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sleeplesssmoll · 17 days

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do you have any headcanons on how vertin's emotions manifest?

like how she experiences certain things and how that looks on the outside to the people around her

i've been thinking about angry vertin lately and how she'd react if something REALLY upset her

to me she strikes me as someone who would not yell or exhibit her anger very clearly (unless the receiving party is someone she hates, say, arcana, like how she snapped at her in chapter 5), but she doesn't repress it too much around those she cares about, just sorta indirectly saying "i do not wish to talk right now" in a slightly snappy way

The Trails (in Atlas) throughout Reverse 1999 paint a picture of an emotional person who has perfected hiding her feelings. With that said, I do HC Vertin as someone who perceives her own emotions differently from others.

For example, while many of us get "caught up in the moment", Vertin is the type to always take a step back and think "Is this worth getting angry about?"

As the only known person (so far) with guaranteed Storm Immunity, this changes the way she sees things. In her mind, she can lose her allies and friends at any time. It's why she is is generous as well as flexible with their demands. She tried to get Regulus A SHIP and her dialogue/Wilderness interactions show she'd rather go with the flow than argue. Oliver Fog even says she has a "conciliatory" nature.

Vertin is a big picture thinker. Regardless of her current anger, she loves her friends. Anger is temporary but relationships are long lasting if nurtured. Therefore acting on her anger isn't worth it because it's unproductive and she could hurt them. Instead, she focuses on working things out.

Going off of that, She considers hurtful words and shouting go against what she she wants to be: a safe haven for her friends. Her anger manifests more as disappointment or as regret for having to go through these painful feelings with whoever she is arguing with. I think in the worst case scenario, she'll excuse herself before she reaches her boiling point because she doesn't want to snap.

However, if you turn your back to storm off in a huff, she'll call after you and this is where the masks slips. It's not anger you'll hear, it's fear. Fear that you'll leave before you two can fix what's broken between you. She won't chase you because she'll assume you need time to cool off but she'll be on edge until you return.

Sometimes, people mistake this as her not taking them seriously because she doesn't get "passionate" (super angry) about things, but she's seeing things from a different point of view. With that said, she is stern when she has to be and won't back down from doing what she deems as the appropriate course of action. She will always hear others voices on the matter though (and her friends seem to trust so that makes things easier).

On the other hand, if Vertin does something she's quick to try and make amends.

And if we really think about, hasn't Vertin always asked people how they feel, how they're doing, and so on? By being proactive, she can eliminate a lot of tension before it blooms into conflict by addressing it. On the receiving end, Vertin would feel very hurt if she couldn't make things up to you.

1. She failed to make things right.

2. She is causing pain (negative emotions in general) in someone.

3. She isn't sure what to do and might back off (or shut down) completely out of fear of making things worse. It's the lesser of two evils to let you go as a happier person than to stick around you and make you angrier. If it gets to that point, good luck trying to approach her. She'll be one step ahead of you, always gone before you can speak to her. Stealth is one of her specialties and it'll be like trying to catch a cat who wants to be as far from you as possible.

So what about pure, raw, rage? It's interesting you bring up Arcana! When they first put on the friendship-bracelets (?), it was Vertin who triggered them with her anger/killing intent.

Arcana only triggered the bracelet when she sent her followers to attack Vertin's crew.

Arcana's attitude toward Vertin is not a front, but a genuine fascination. She doesn't "hate" Vertin while Vertin is ready to pull a Green Oranges on her. Sure Vertin raised her voice and whatever at Arcana, but that's the type of things we expect from a normal argument.

Vertin was ready to kill this woman. If Vertin starts displaying "normal" signs of anger, that is not normal.

She's that meme that goes "looks like a cinnamon roll but can kill you".

#reverse 1999 #vertin #ask

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peachymilkandcream · 8 months

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Break Me Slowly|Part 10|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

A/N: It's so crazy to think that we're already at 10 parts, you have no idea how happy it makes me that people are actually interested in this short story of utter filth XD, I love the support so much and all the oneshot requests!

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi props himself up with one elbow and stares down at Evelyn, she was still embarrassed because of her behaviour earlier, she had promised not to let Levi know that he could make her feel good. His fingers caressed her cheek, a soft smile playing on his lips as the high of sex still filled him.

"For someone who hates me so much you sure you had no problem taking my dick."

Evelyn glares at him with indignation but he can't take it seriously with her deep blush.

He chuckles and kisses her forehead. "Maybe now that you realize what I can offer you won't be stupid and try to escape again."

"I won't Levi-" She says quickly.

"Don't play dumb, I know you would try in a heartbeat, which is why in the morning you're coming with me to work. If a fortress can't keep you in check then my boot will." He let that sink in a moment before pulling her close to his chest and falling asleep.

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The next day Levi struts proudly into his office, his wife on his arm, he enjoyed all the looks others gave him. He enjoyed the whispers of people who were curious as to who it was married to the famous Captain Levi of the Scouts. To those who knew who Evelyn was it swelled his ego that everyone knew she belonged to him. She was his.

He kept her in check by the firm grip on her arm, and the gear her wore under his uniform. One false move and he would at least threaten to end her life. In reality though he would simply cause her immense pain. Thankfully he didn't think he'd have to do this since she seemed to get the picture. When he brought her into his office he sat her on the small sofa, she was dressed up only for him. Her maroon dress was cut just low enough he could get a glimpse of her cleavage but no one else could, the half sleeves hiding the worst of his bruises, as well as the tea length. She was stunning as always.

After an hour or two he glanced at his watch and then up at her, she was staring at her hands, not daring to move out of place. His chest swelled with pride at her obedience.

"You've been so good," He waves her off nonchalantly. "Go make my tea, no one has been able to replace you in that regard."

Evelyn seems surprised that he would allow her to do that but she didn't need to be told twice. She slowly rises from her chair and exits his office, making her way down the halls to the small officer's kitchen.

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Petra had entered the kitchen to start Captain Levi's tea and was caught off guard by Evelyn there beating her to it. Her looks hadn't changed in the slightest, but something in her manner and the way she carried herself definitely had. She wasn't as happy as she used to be, optimistic, and her ever present smile was gone. If this was the case then it made sense why Levi had shown no interest in Petra, clearly Levi desired that moody and brooding personality more than a cheerful one. Although it would be annoying now that Petra would have to change her personality again to match Evelyn's in hopes of getting Levi's attention.

Since Evelyn wouldn't strike up conversation first like she normally did Petra was forced to at least try and be polite. "I can make his tea."

"No thank you, I've got it." Even Evelyn's voice was quieter, like she had closed in on herself. This could be a good thing though, a boring girl would never keep the Captain's interest.

"Since you retired I've kind of taken over doing it, he's very particular and I'm sure you don't remember how."

"I didn't retire Petra, I've just been taken temporarily off active duty. Which means, I still have rank over you and can decide who makes Levi his damn tea."

Goodness was she infuriating, it was if she knew deep down what Petra was planning.

"I just think you should relax and not exert yourself, I don't think you know how much he cares about his tea."

Evelyn places the cups on the tray with a fake smile. "Oh trust me I know."

Petra feels herself losing the argument so she grabs the tray. "I insist, let me." She tries to hold back the venom in the words.

"I said I've got it." Evelyn tries to pull it back a little but not enough to spill it.

"It's easy Evelyn, just give it over-"

Evelyn huffs and pushes the tray towards her. "Be my guest, you can have him." She turns on her heel and walks out.

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Levi looks up as Petra enters with his tea, confusion coming to his face. "Where is my wife?"

"Evelyn said she just had to go to the bathroom so I made your tea for you so it wouldn't be late."

Levi picks it up gingerly and tastes it, maybe Petra had been paying attention finally since this time it tasted like it should. "Thank you Petra."

Part of him worried what would happen if he wasn't watching Evelyn, but he was sure she wouldn't get into too much trouble.

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Evelyn hurried down the halls as quickly as her high heels could carry her without looking suspicious or tripping. Thankfully she had been down these halls many times and knew exactly where she was going.

She knocked urgently on Erwin's office door, not letting up until he opened it with his one arm, looking at her surprised.

"Evelyn, this is a surprise, won't you come in."

Evelyn hurries inside, sitting down and collecting herself and catching her breath.

Erwin closes the door and strides back to his desk. "Now. How can I help you? Would you like some tea?"

"No, thank you, I just need to talk."

"Yes of course, what is it?"

"It's Levi, Erwin I don't know what happened to him but he's nothing like you know. He's lying to you, he lied to us both about this marriage. It wasn't just a sham, he consummated it, he made me consummate it Erwin. I didn't have a choice. Since then he's kept me locked away and forced himself on me time and time again. He's obsessed with the idea of getting me pregnant and loses his mind if anyone who's a man looks at me. I tried to escape once and he threatened to beat me senseless. And while he hasn't done it to the point of senselessness he has beaten me many times if I "talk back" or "misbehave". I need help Erwin, and you and Hange are the only ones I have to turn to. I know Hange can't do anything but as Commander of the Scouts you can, you can arrest him, court martial him, the whole nine yards. Please Erwin, I need you to help me, I'm begging you to believe me. I know it sounds crazy from the Levi we know but I'm telling you it's true. Please just, believe me."

Erwin is silent for a long moment, so long Evelyn's heart is pounding in her ears. The silence stretches on longer still until finally Erwin straightens up and leans towards her over the desk.

"I believe you." Was all he said.

Her eyes brighten. "You do? You don't question it? Oh thank you Erwin- thank you so much-"

He nods, standing. "I think I know what's best for you. If you follow me everything will be alright."

Gratefully she stands and follows him, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible to avoid drawing attention to herself. She puts her trust in him completely.

Finally they come to a door and he opens it, making Evelyn stop in confusion. "But wait this is Levi's office-"

He looks down at her coldly. "Yes it is." He says before shoving her inside.

Levi looks up with first confusion and then annoyance. "What is this?"

Erwin blocks her escape. "It seems we weren't clear in our deal Levi, control your wife. She came to my office begging for freedom. Control her or lose her." He turns quickly and leaves.

Levi turns his attention to her. "What am I going to do with you?"

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#attack on titan #break me slowly #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x oc #levi x reader #yandere levi #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

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inconcordia · 1 month

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On Sunday's Villainy

I've seen various interpretations of Sunday by now and sometimes he's made out to be much sweeter than I see him and other times he's made out to be much more openly villainous than I see him. So I wanted to write down my thoughts on this - the ones I can presently think of, anyway.

First of all, I refer to him as villain because the Family is shady as all hell and he's somewhat presented as an opposing force to the protagonists we're supposed to identify with. That said, no one is the villain in their own story.

I don't see him as the muahaha kind of villain that will go out of his way to be evil. To me, he is the righteous kind of "villain" (if one even wants to call him a villain in the first place), which is arguably harder to deal with than the black and white fairytale type of villain. He doesn't see himself (/(his side) as the bad guy(s) nor is he interested in "doing bad things" or exploiting people for the sake of exploiting them (NOT TO SAY that the whole Dreamscape and whatever the family is doing isn't doing exactly that, but that's a whole other topic I need to expand on). Sunday acts with the certainty of someone who sees his own actions as justified and righteous - if you are threatening the family, the Harmony, THEIR dream, any harm that comes to you is verily justified. In that sense, he might consider an act heinous up until the very point you commit a crime so bad that this very same act becomes an acceptable punishment for you. Righteousness, when misguided, is a scary thing to go up against.

That said, I don't get violent or brutal vibes from him. He has wrath inside him (I'll make a separate post about this at some point) but he doesn't seem the type who would lash out physically. He won't strike you, he won't hurt you, he won't even carry a weapon. Something about him almost gives the impression that he still won't do so if someone were to physically assault him. Not to say he won't defend himself in some way if necessary, but I just feel like physical violence is not really in his nature (may be proven wrong on this, we'll see). Think of his scene with Sparkle, or even the last one with Gallagher. He's the most emotional we see him throughout in those scenes and yet physically he barely changes, in Sparkle's case he doesn't even make outright threats to get her to stop. He asks her to stop and leave, telling her she is not welcome.

Now that doesn't mean he is an innocent flower who will cry if you upset him and not retaliate. Not at all. He will harm you and he will end you, if necessary, but he will do so in a more indirect way. He will trick you, lead you into a corner you can't get out of anymore, make you put yourself in grave danger or even make you kill yourself (directly, through your actions, etc). He will sacrifice you in a way where you will realize it but can't do anything about it (exhibit A: Aventurine). Rather than poison your drink in secret, he will create a situation in which you have no other choice but drink it willingly and knowingly.

If you threaten the Family, him or their cause, he will remove you if he can but he would do so by means that don't leave a dirty trail or appear like treachery. He wants to remain in control of the situation and any retaliation or act of prevention should be seen as what it is: punishment for the wicked. It should be as clean as possible. No clean-up is ever perfect so rather than make a mess and fix it, he'll spin a web you get so caught up in you cut off your own air supply before you know it and if someone then asks questions he will point out the fact that he wasn't even standing near you.

To be continued.. possibly.

#( headcanon. )

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animeyanderelover · 1 year

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Request: I may be just too late, so if so that's okie just ignore this! But can I request headcanon's for yan Habana and Maki (separate) from Fire Force?

Keep up the good work!

I'm pretty sure you meant Hibana, right?

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, clinginess, manipulation, controlling behavior, blackmail, bribery, abduction

Yandere Fire Force Hc's

Maki Oze

🪄Despite having earned herself the nickname "Witch Queen" and her muscular physique, Maki is quite romantic at heart. She's very sweet towards her darling and dedicates a lot of time to them when she isn't working. She appears to be quite happy and she most certainly is, the problem is that as soon as she's left alone the guilt ambushes her. For you see, Maki knows that at least some of her thoughts regarding you are morally not correct and it makes her self-conscious at times. It's easy to forget such gnawing thoughts when she's constantly on cloud nine when around you but after that happiness fades away and she's left alone with her thoughts, she can't help but feel bad. The girl certainly isn't someone to act on impulses and darker instincts and she knows that much about herself too. Those new sides of her don't fail to frighten her at least a bit though.

🪄Considering the world this is playing in, Maki is also definitely on a more protective side. Infernals might appear randomly everywhere without any warning. When she thinks about you getting caught up in such an accident, she can't help but feel her heart drop a bit. Working as a Fire Soldier also means that she has seen a lot of things which would easily disturb the unknown person deeply. Maki can definitely also be more clingy when she has the time and the luxury to do so. She works obviously still as hard and dedicated as before since she knows that the wellbeing of people is part of her responsibility. You can bet that as soon as she has the chance though, she will go to you and stay with you. Going back to the whole romantic aspect of her, it definitely shows when you two spend time together and she shows her more feminine side.

🪄She's showing a very courteous side whenever you introduce her to someone close to you since she wants to make a good impression on them. Most people who she meets for the first time are in general treated with her courtesy but Maki can also get quite angry when someone triggers her. That's not to say that she can't handle a bit of jealousy but one shouldn't push her limit either. I do feel like she's considerate and not someone who is madly jealous and lets that feeling control her action. She's in most cases just a bit mor firm to remind someone what the relationship between you two is. If someone acts mature and respects that, she is very much willing to forget about it. What really raises her blood pressure though are the arrogant people who think they can flirt with anyone no matter if they're taken or not. When she's angered, most would be scared.

🪄She's a skilled fighter and has very good control over her ability which would potentially make her quite fearsome but she has a kind heart. Her sometimes more protective tendencies usually lead her to make sure that you won't get too much involved in her job since it includes dangerous missions and people. If she is pushed, she will fight though and that with more fierceness than what others are used to from her. Her protective side will lead her in certain scenarios to be more violent and if she gets really angry, she lets go of her consideration for a while and will be rather violent to fight against anything and anyone who poses a threat to you.

🪄Frankly spoken, Maki doesn't strike me as someone who would abduct her own darling. Her morals are playing a huge part in it too and it's not like her comrades wouldn't find out either if she would ever do such a thing. Thinking about saddening you and causing you to hate her and disappointing her own teammates and family truly isn't something Maki thinks she would be able to handle. I have a distinct feeling that in times of danger she might call her family and ask them if her darling can stay with them until the risk is over. She wouldn't even resort to an abduction if her darling would leave her. What Maki will do in such a case is stalk her darling and continue to protect them. It's not like she has given up hope completely either.

🪄She's a bit nervous when she introduces her darling to her family since she's worried that they might give you the impression that they're judging you. Her parents and her brother certainly are a bit sceptic since Maki is loved within the family but when they notice how happy she is and that you care for her too, they accept you. Others shouldn't let themselves fooled by her sweet exterior she shows you though because the woman can turn extremely scary if someone insults her darling since she sees red. If you shouldn't be a Fire Soldier and for that not possess any fire abilitites, she'll gladly entertain you with her own skills by creating fire creatures although she will still be careful so that you won't burn yourself accidentally.

Hibana

💐Hibana has pretty much a princess-complex of sorts and sees herself due to her position as captain above others, especially those working in her own squad. So I wish you good luck with this woman because she's as entitled as she is delusional when it comes to you. She's highly arrogant and overly confident in her looks so she believes that you will succumb to her charm too, will love her too. She's pretty much already acting all the time like you have a massive crush on her and are just too shy and insecure to show it. The level of delusion is dangerous because that only means that you won't get through her, no matter what you say or do. She always twists it inside her head to her own liking. Rejecting and avoiding her for too long isn't advisable since the woman goes after you with an infatuated zeal.

💐She won't shy away to use her position to manipulate you either if you try to separate yourself from the insane woman. She'll also use everything she has to find out as much as she can about you, indifferent to the fact that some things aren't for her to know. She's seeking out knowledge about Infernals and now also about you. Denying her something never ends will since she ends up forcing everything out if she has to. Her obsession is fearsome due to the sheer extent of it as she wants to know absolutely everything about you and will use what she has gathered to "court" you even more, or in others words put, to just leave you with no choice but to stay with her. She's going to be the one to take the wheel in this relationship too as she thinks that it's natural, especially if you're only a citizen and for that wouldn't know possibly as much as she does.

💐She shouldn't have any reason to be jealous and in most cases it's probably more the case that people are jealous of you when they see you with Hibana. She's undeniably a beauty and knows this too, she flaunts it in front of you all the time after all. That's specifically why she's going to deny all claims that she's one to be easily jealous because she feels like she has no reason to be. You know better though about her flaring streak of jealousy. The woman wants your attention pretty much all the time and it will be very hard for her to understand why you would want to spend time with someone else rather than him. She judges the people around you rather harshly because none of them are someone she would deem as special, it's not like she would ever see someone as good enough. She's acting like the proudest peacock in history too, a somewhat bratty and entitled one though.

💐She's manipulated her way through life quite often, she even exchanged information on her research to get her the position she's in today. Despite her princess-complex, Hibana is still a scientist and has shown herself to be a very intelligent tactician too. There are not many qualms she seems to have to use all of her influence to rid herself of someone that stands in the way of her and her darling. She's resolved to become a demon herself after all in order to get revenge on what was done to the sister in the Holy Sol Temple, believes that she has to fight evil with evil. That and her very apparent sadistic streak make her anything but pleasant if someone has officially irked her. She won't go as far as killing though as she doesn't see herself as a barbarian.

💐She keeps you by her side all the time, we've already talked about how she is the one with dominance and control in the relationship after all. The men working under her worship her so even if they're envy of your position as Hibana's lover, they know exactly what Hibana would do to them if she were to ever find out that they talk bad about you behind her back. When she's busy, a few of them always keep an eye on you. Whenever she isn't busy though, she has you tagging along wherever she goes. She's very clingy in that aspect as she won't let you out of her sight at all. Since she is so smothering, her darling barely gets any time alone at all but telling her that will only further motivate her. It's not like you don't want her attention and affection after all, you're just shy~

💐Trying wo wiggle somehow free from her very tight grip on you won't work as she's too obsessed and infatuated to let that happen. You shouldn't underestimate her connection and resources either since she has a considerable lot of influence. Her ire is most of the time not directed to you since her delusions keep her most of the time from seeing you as the true culprit. That said though, when she lashes out on you it will be anything but pleasant for you since she won't hold back with her words at all and target your insecurities specifically. The majority of her time, she rather spends gushing over you and doting on you although she expects to be worshipped for the way she treats you so well. She loves to be praised and worshipped, do that, set her in a good mood and she's ready to fulfill you a favor or two.

#yandere fire force #yandere en en no shobotai #yandere enn enn no shouboutai #yandere maki #yandere maki oze #yandere hibana

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thelustybraavosimaid · 2 years

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What the fuck.

Daenerys and Arya share the same values. We know based on this:

"All gods have their instruments, men and women who serve them and help to work their will on earth. The slaves were not crying out to a hundred different gods, as it seemed, but to one god with a hundred different faces...and he was that god's instrument. That very night he chose the most wretched of the slaves, the one who had prayed most earnestly for release, and freed him from his bondage. The first gift had been given."

Arya drew back from him. "He killed the slave?" That did not sound right. "He should have killed the masters!" (Arya II, AFfC)

"Unsullied!" Dany galloped before them, her silver-gold braid flying behind her, her bell chiming with every stride. "Slay the Good Masters, slay the soldiers, slay every man who wears a tokar or holds a whip, but harm no child under twelve, and strike the chains off every slave you see." She raised the harpy's fingers in the air...and then she flung the scourge aside. "Freedom!" she sang out. "Dracarys! Dracarys!"

"Dracarys!" they shouted back, the sweetest word she'd ever heard. "Dracarys! Dracarys!" And all around them slavers ran and sobbed and begged and died, and the dusty air was filled with spears and fire. (Daenerys III, ASoS)

There are a lot of ways in which these two leading ladies are similar, but this is my favourite example to make. Another thing to note is that both Arya and Daenerys realise that the system is wrong—and go against the grain. They are criticised for it, demonised for it, by both the world they live in and those outside of it -- the fandom itself.

Sansa and Arya do not have a normal sibling relationship—mind you, I have seven siblings. Pretty sure none of them would make me feel lesser or wish that I would have died instead of their pet if I threw an orange at any of them.

"Go ahead, call me all the names you want," Sansa said airily. "You won't dare when I'm married to Joffrey. You'll have to bow to me and call me Your Grace." She shrieked as Arya flung the orange across the table. It caught her in the middle of the forehead with a wet squish and plopped down into her lap. "You have juice on your face, Your Grace," Arya said. It was running down her nose and stinging her eyes. Sansa wiped it away with a napkin. When she saw what the fruit in her lap had done to her beautiful ivory silk dress, she shrieked again. "You're horrible," she screamed at her sister. "They should have killed you instead of Lady!"

I am pretty sure they would not betray me and say that I have "traitor's blood" because they wish to marry someone. Nor would they, I would hope, after believing I had died...that I was entirely unsatisfactory as a sister.

And to note, none of this has anything to do with shipping with Jon, maybe stop trying to insert Jon in a conversation that deals with *only* Arya and Sansa.

Whether or not Arya and Sansa end up as "friends" is dependent on George. He said that they have a lot to work out, and that the only reason why Sansa exists is to serve as a foil to Arya.

Arya was one of the first characters created. Sansa came about as a total opposite b/c too many of the Stark family members were getting along and familes aren't like that. Thus, Sansa was created; he ended by saying they have deep issues to work out.

[Source]

"Deep issues" does not equal a single heart to heart and everything ends up forgotten and they both are fine. Arya has been bullied and hurt by her older sister and her best friend and made to feel lesser—so much so to the point where she believed that she was a bastard and went to Jon for reassurance. This isn't something that Arya will just get over with a simple apology.

Misogyny is such a bizarre accusation. As far as I know, misogynists would not wish to be with a woman who could take power for themselves by wielding a sword. They prefer trad-femmery. You all consider Arya and Brienne "masculine" for taking part in swordplay, archery, horse-riding, so why exactly would you consider liking Arya—and, by extension, women like Brienne and even Margaery, who loves hawking and horse-riding—an act of misogyny?

#ramble #Irritated by this fucking nonsense #never going on that tag again #sansa stark #arya stark

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tricos-here · 1 year

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🎶💯🔱🐉💔💘🖤😞 for myrnahhhhhhhhh

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

She's not much of a music person but she does like the typical, Tavern/Inn Music - Fantasy Medieval Music (No Copyright) Vol. 2 kind of music , if for nothing more than background noise, though she won't to out of her way to listen to some

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

- Allegedly had awakened around 1320AE, but the fact that by then she'd already been not only part of the Vigil, but also part of an all revenant squad in the Mists Wars who owned and utilized warclaws, when supposedly none of those had been discovered at that time, makes her origin and timeline a little dubious. Not that the Vigil is going to talk about it any

- Her warclaw's name is Radha, she disassembled its armor and stashed it away after she was discharged from the Mist Wars around 1324AE, only reassembling it again sometime in 1330AE (PoF)

- (you already know this but for the sake of the people) as a revenant instead of channeling legends she channels her fallen squadmates (renegade spec style), she was the only one to survive a mortar strike while they were fighting in the Mists Wars - something about them being in the Mists and all of them being revenants ended up getting their spirits attached to her

ps she's not having a good time with it

pss she's chugging that krait oil to keep them at bay

🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming?

She sure can swim (see: at least two fics of swimming with Ganieda) and she's quite good at it too, swimming in general but also being able to hold her breath for a considerable amount of time and could potentially swim with her heavy armor on for a time. She does enjoy swimming as well, or just being in water in general, finds it quite relaxing after a long day

🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature?

What's a mythical creature when you're fighting dragons and their minions for a living tbh.... but she's quite fascinated by the Great Giants (giganticus lupicus), coming upon their skeletons a lot throughout her travels prompted to read into them, even though there's not a lot of information on them

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

she's quite blunt and often speaks before she really thinks about niceties or consequences, sometimes she'll catch herself and snap her mouth shut because she says some shit (or halfway through) but it's not often

will literally never not ask for help, she'd rather let a wound or thought fester than ask for help (case in point: the krait oil)

honestly, got a little too militaristic/ tactical of a mind, too often gets caught up in seeing people as just pawns on a war map. also social cue who

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

literally Ganieda above all else but you didn't hear the from me

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

considering she'd taken part in the Mist Wars, working as a bodyguard and then joined the Pact with the Vigil she's definitely killed and wounded her fair share of people

as for broken hearts and trust, not intentionally but, who's to say

😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?

she does attract others, she is attractive looking (my words not hers) and cuts a striking figure with her height and armor and typical straight backed soldier poise etc but if they stick around is a whole other subject

#ngl. i did get stuck at the negative traits and then had to go on a trip and i did lowkey forget about this 🏃‍♀️ my b #tempted to just straight up call her a dumbass then but I'll leave that to ganieda #myrnah

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despair-to-future-arcs · 5 months

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Bedtime!

*After done packing, Mahiru dress up in some PJs - getting herself ready for bed and goes to lie down*

Today has been so tiring and things will get more tiring with Peko, I really need to sleep...

Ye-Yeah...sleep...goodnight...

*Mahiru closes her eye and then drifts off to sleep*

...

Hu-Huh...? Wh...Where am I...?

*Mahiru had found herself in the music room at Hope's Peak, she look around, she notice a smashed fish tank and the smashed window*

I'm back here, where it all began...why... am I back here?

Damnit, why... why am I here? What's going on...?

???: Nostalgia? As fond as your memories ever got? Or maybe…

???: It was just the only place where you wanted to forget and move on, not telling your pals and even covering for your best friend who found out about your past…

Na-Natsumi, what the hell! Show yourself right this instant!

*As then the very girl Mahiru call had appear before her behind the piano which she walk stood in front of her*

My my Mahiru Koizumi, it sure has been a while, hasn't it? I guess even if you try to move on and forget about little old me, your past will always haunt you...

Including how you decided to cover up my death for that Hatomi girl, make sure nothing bad happens to her.

Yeah and your older brother decided to kill her because he thinks an eye for an eye is the better choice, seriously what the hell do you want?

Oh sooo harsh Mahiru, we've known each other for years ever since middle school and yet you choose to ignore the past and move on, wanting to forget all the fun times we had together.

'Fun'? You call that fun?! I got tormented by you all the way through middle school, you made middle school nothing but hell for me; putting a flower on my desk, ripping up my photos, driving people away from me and I was so damn glad to be away from you, you god damn bitch!

You were nothing but some bully that I want nothing to do with you, especially after what you did to Kats-!

And that includes me dying too? Is that how far you want me away from you, is that how deep your hatred goes...?

We-Well...I...

I...I mean...I wouldn't wish death upon you... I just...I...I just wanted to move on from you but...

Hmph and all because you were scared that someone would get hurt that you decided to not say anything, right? But yet again who would believe you;

Your daddy dearest is sooo useless that he let it happen, your mommy was way too busy, my brother loves me way too much to do anything, or that tool my father would strike in the instance, that useless bitch of a dancer that think she's sooo tough that instantly someone strikes her back she'll cry about it like she mentally stunted toddler, how about that mentally retarded musician or that attention whore of a nurse...? That's right, you couldn't say a damn thing!

Le-Leave my parents and friends out of this, they have nothing to do with this and I won't let you ruin my future just because you got caught, are you sure your brother is going to love you hearing all that shit coming out of you?!

Hmph, you sure are damn gutsy, Mahiru. After everything that happen with that best friend of yours... to me...! She might as well saying she was in love with you and to be your little knight in shiny armor, you fucking disgusting pitful hypocritcal bitch!

I...I don't know what your talking about...

An-And neither would you since your dead, HOW would you even know anything about Hatomi and me you good for noth-!

Oh... am I not being clear? Then...

Maybe I should spell it out for you and show why you'll NEVER escape me...

Wh-What are you-?

*BLINK!* *BLINK!* *BLINK!*

*As then Mahiru and Natsumi are on a stage and everyone in the audience cheers on the performance*

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HERE WE ARE THE SAD AND SORRY ESCUSE OF LONEY MAHIRU KOIZUMI!

#dr #danganronpa #dtfa #despair to future arc #fs:rw #future side: re write #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #dr3 #danganronpa 3 #mahiru koizumi #natsumi kuzuruyu #anonymous #fs ep 7

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last day i have to put up wit train strikes and waking up so so early to get here on time and for the waiting times between. so im reading romac in between. on phone so no funny business. stopped at bench and men

anyway

dont ever ask a woman her age a man his salary and vitaly how the geography of romac looks like

eureka was apparently partially new york but i know bc of worldwide photo shoots they later use places like paris on the bg so thats funny. i guess whale arc (is the whale stuff still there?) multiple alien and monster and annet chases and various flying machines could get you there, if the world map is still about the same

i guess im pointing it out bc i saw someone make a weird map connecting. idfk or even remember but the atlantic ocean wasnt there anymore

"He could only communicate with me via a copyrighted form of speech available to the Unconnectable population- talking loudly."

thats not copyrighted to unconnectables thats copyrighted to portuguese* come ooooon man

everything in this world needs a fookin loicense god what a nightmare

🤨

sorry i just dont buy this. first of all from having read the original comic before second of all because hes just some guy in both versions (who just happened to work for g-dir, best of the worst type deal) and third of related to the second of, it all feels like they pushed a role on him he didnt even knew existed and it all went downhill from there.

if he really was one of the catalysts of the apocalypse though rather than just being caught up in the aftermath (alongside PILOT!!!!) and omitting all that in previous POV logs for the unreliable narrator trope, then sorry tumblr sexy man that never was. i cant defend you here. you looked at yourself, said 'i can make her better' and then made her worse

number 2 also i just noticed. "infi"? miss ai generated number 8 pendant that ruined one of my favorite sequences in the original comic with 'is this a set ALMOST MISSED MY TRAIN STOP I THOUGHT WE WERE AT TUE ONE BEFORE

""Are you, really?" Infi raised an eyebrow. "Even that bench you're sitting on is charging you infractions. If enough tickets pile up, the Dexes will come and take you away. You know what they do to big debitors, Sven. You know what they turn people into. I'm sure you won't like wearing a smile on your face forever.""

ok so. if i recall correctly people in too much debt get killed and turned into dexes and idk if all dexes do the same job but in pilots case he became a debt collector or something. aka kill more people to create more dexes

and in most panels of him pre apoc without the pilot gear he didnt seem too thrilled about anything, facial expression wise. what im getting to is, it could be something added in the rewrite but it would be interesting if part of his character design had a smile stapled on whether he likes it or not.

well for what its worth hes happy now, only vaguely aware of his past

anyway- svens gone but the seagull lived? i dont think this bench would know if its the same seagull. also how are you talking to it? the bench lost whatever little mind it had djhgsjfj and this is positive character development

The User flickered peculiarly and suspiciously in my time-worn sensors, just like... Infi did.

AI girlie nonsense aside i guess shes's intriguing me a bit. if anything she's the true unconnectable leader and scapegoated snippy. but also youre still not baiting me with the "is captain infi???" rewrites. i know how to count. (<- gonna look foolish if this later happens anyway. "am i that out of touch? no. its the author thats wrong") (speaking of counting haha very funny that sven and steven, names sounding like seven, meet infi, represented by an 8/infinite, and some undisclosed time later the somewhat sentient bench they were on meet captain (also known as seven). basic homestuckology

these side little detours into the world that was are fun i think. but again, most (all? honest to god i dont remember anyone named infi being a part of anything going on) of this was already in the original so ya

#*was gonna say piigs for inclusion and insult reclaiment but ehh sensitive topic still ig #sugar.txt #reading romac

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HIS WARM EYES

Summary: Some members of the Order are reticent about letting in a Lestrange, specially after Snape's betrayal. Whilst taking Harry to the the burrow, an ambush has place. Everything points to Y/n, right?

Pairing: George Weasley x Slytherin!Lestrange!Reader

Genre: angst

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Warnings: blood, injuries, death

A/N: OH MY GOD THIS IS SO LONG AND BAD— I AM GENUINELY SORRY BUT I HAD TO

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Lestrange wasn't a good name.

It wasn't a good name in the streets, nor in close-doors, let alone amongst The Order.

That's why I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that they had accepted me— well, maybe 'accepted' was a strong word; they had let me in, reticent, weary, but still they had done it. Plus, after Snape's betrayal and Dumbledore's death, no one would think there was a vacant for a Slytherin and a Lestrange.

It wasn't until I found myself exiting the abandoned Grimauld's Place along with the rest of the volunteers to go to Privet Drive, that it dawned on me; they were short on people.

They were so short on people that the Order would have to swallow my name, my family and my House.

That didn't mean they would quiet down their opinions about me being there.

"I'm gonna say it." Fred announced, taking a spot in the living room's corner while Shacklebolt, Arthur and Lupin searched the place.

"Again?" Fleur groaned.

Fred had already spoken his mind about my presence before we reached Potter's house.

His and George's shocked looks had been on me since the very first moment I had walked into the old Black's home, which was understandable; last time they saw me I was joking about joining the death eaters.

Although the shock on their faces had been accompanied by very different emotions on each.

Fred's held reticence. During our school years, he had never liked me; I would dare to say he was scared of me, even.

George's gaze, on the other hand, held hope —maybe even excitement— which was comforting.

In our first year, I had managed to draw George's interest, and for three years he was adamant about Slytherins not being 'all that bad'.

George's friendship was the thread I was hanging on; he was the only thing stopping from taking the easy way and live up to my name.

The thread was cut after he asked his mother to bring me over during Christmas, which ended up in her forbidding him to talk to me. He, being George Weasley, ignored his mom's pleads and twin's scolding and still tried his best to stay close to me, so I did what was right and, at the end of our fifth year, I cut ties with him.

It hurt more than I would dare to admit.

After our drifting apart, I was forced to completely rely on Slytherins. And you see, Slytherins, as 11 year-old George would say, aren't all that bad, but the ones my name attracted were.

They were bad sort —the worst—, and keeping that company around after our sixth year wasn't the best record to have, but Merlin's sake, I was there, I had volunteered— people change.

"Son." His father warned Fred, well aware this wasn't the time, though he obviously wanted to side with him. "Don't start again."

"Someone has yet to tell me why is she here?"

"She has a name." I hissed, unable to stop myself.

"Which is why you shouldn't be here, Lestrange." The name rolled out of his tongue like poison. "She's not one to trust."

"Oi, she's willing to risk her life, isn't she?" George's words seemed to be meant to calm his twin's temper, though his warm eyes did land on mines with a reassuring look.

"Yeah but for whom?" I tried to stay quiet as Moody had asked me too, but Fred was making it quite difficult. "If something goes wrong—"

"Weasley!" Mad-eye's tone was dry as he bursted into the room. "Are you questioning my judgment?" Fred scoffed, but stayed quiet.

"If we're throwing in the surnames, you're gonna wanna know her mum's my auntie." Tonks spoke, folding her arms.

"But you're a Hufflepuff." He was quick to respond, giving me a disgusted look. "She's a Serpent."

"And you're still a mouthful, aren't you?!" I snapped, stepping forward, though Tonks gave me a lazy tug before I could get to Fred.

"Wanna fight, Lestrange?" He had taken a couple of steps in my direction already when George yanked his twins arm.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He yelled, giving his brother a push. "She's here for Harry! She's helping! What else do you want?!"

"Oh my gosh, Georgie— get over your teen crush already, she's not on our team!" George's knuckles went visibly white, unlike his cheeks, which turned red.

"Are you done making a scene? The three of you." Bill questioned in a calm tone, resting against the window's bench. "I don't fancy the idea either, but we need help, Fred, so shut your mouth because we have things to do."

"Pity, I was enjoying the teen drama." Moody teased before grabbing his flask and the ones who would take the Polyjuice potion moved to stand in line.

"Y/n." George's hand brushed my hand, drawing my attention to him as we stood besides one another. "I'm glad you're here." He whispered with a side smile.

"Missed me much?" I couldn't help but grin back, bumping his arm with mine. I stole a proper look at him and thought I might as well ask before the mission. "So... Teen crush huh?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him, though I could feel my own face flushing.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't fancy George —could someone blame me?—, and the idea of those feelings not being unrequited was very appealing.

He only threw his head back and looked away, the half smile growing wider and more bashful. "We'll talk about it at the Burrow." He assured me, taking the flask with his right hand and squeezing mine with his left.

"If we don't die before that." I was joking, but fear was shaking me to the core.

"We won't." He looked at the potion disgusted and gave me a peeked at me saying, "You have to hear me embarrass myself first." And with a wink, he drank the potion and passed it to me.

Gosh, I couldn't get over the mission to hear him 'embarrass' himself.

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GEORGE'S P. O. V.

The first five minutes were calm, despite all of us being on edge. We kept checking on each other, dreading if we lost sight of someone, that someone would banish.

The storm came when we had to dive into the dark clouds.

Funnily enough, I did think it was a literal storm before entering; oh, what I would have given for it to be a literal storm.

Black, cloaked intruders flew among us, making us divide in the pairs we had been assigned to.

Lupin started casting protegos and hexes to everyone that got too close while I tried to take down as many enemies as possible.

A couple of yelled warnings were heard when both Moody and the real Harry had entered the ambush.

"WATCH OUT!" Tonks screamed, flying past me with Ron at her tail. "REMUS!" She made a signal to her husband "ESCORT!" I got the hint; we were supposed to clear Moody's and Y/n's way so it would confuse our attackers while Tonks and Shacklebolt made sure to get Harry out of there.

"ON MY LEFT!" Lupin shouted over the chaos, changing to my right for me to be by Y/n's side.

"WE'RE FUCKED!" She yelled dropping her flight to dodge an Avada Kedavra.

"WE'LL MANAGE!" I automatically dropped my flight with hers too, which was a bad decision, since we had gotten rid of the protection provided by Lupin, Mad-eye and Bill and Fleur.

Soon enough three death eaters came flying towards us.

"STUPEFY!" another Harry with the voice of Fred passed by us, closely followed by my dad.

"GO BACK UP!" Y/n was quicker than me following my father's instructions; when I did though, I realised the little formation we had going on was gone.

Suddenly, all we could hear were screams; it felt as if someone was missing but I blamed it on everyone flying around like a chicken with its head cut off.

Tonks almost crashed against me on her way down; Ron was nowhere near me, nor Lupin.

We were outnumbered, and instead of moving forward, we were stuck in the grey clouds, trying not to die.

It took me a hot second, a crash against a death eater and a couple of hexes to get to Lupin, and even when I did, it was a hard task to keep track of him.

I had just taken out someone in my way when I caught a glimpse of something my eyes refused to believe.

Snape.

Our bloody professor was trying to kill us.

I felt the need to laugh at the situation.

"GEORGE!" It was Y/n's voice snapping me out of it, although her actions shocked me even more.

Y/n casted a spell on me, pushing my broomstick to the left and consequently making me crash against Lupin and lose balance.

Then something happened, something my mind didn't quite process.

At first it felt like a slap, but the pain stung my side as if someone had sliced me with a blade.

I didn't hear my own cry, nor Lupin's desperate 'help'; I didn't feel his hands struggling to take a firm hold of me, nor my own shakily reaching to my side, searching for an injury I didn't want to find.

A second after that, everything was black.

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FRED'S P. O. V.

As soon as my father and I apparated in the fields of our home, I ran into the house. For some unexplainable reason, it felt as if something wasn't right.

A couple of steps into the house were enough for that 'something' to strike me. George had been laid on the settee, barely conscious; blood was covering the side of his face, neck and left shoulder, making his hair and clothes stick to his skin.

I was left speechless at the sight, my eyes welling up while I dragged my feet towards my twin.

"Mad-Eye is dead." Bill's words, despite sounding far away, made the gears in my head turn.

Lupin was quicker than me, though, "I told you we couldn't trust a Lestrange!"

"Remus! we don't know—" Tonks tried to calm him down, just to be cut off by Bill.

"Mad-Eye and Lestrange traveled between us and" he gestured at our wounded brother, "Remus and George." His jaw twitching let me know that he was desperately trying to stay calm. "Mad-Eye is dead and my brother just lost an ear, who is it if not bloody Lestrange, Dora?"

"Bill..." Fleur held onto her fiance's arm in an attempt to ground him.

"Did you see her disapparating?" Tonks's point was logical and hopeful.

George would have sided with her.

My eyes fixed on my wounded twin again. He was as pale as a corpse now, and the absence of his ear was way more noticeable now that my mother had begun to remove the blood.

George would have sided with Tonks because he wanted to trust Y/n, and he couldn't even speak because of that same reason.

Since everyone was arguing, they missed the flash of someone apparating near the front door.

I didn't.

Before I knew it, I was running outside with my wand in hand, Lupin and Bill following me instantly when they realised what I had just seen.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Y/n's wand flew to my hand even before I could properly see her.

My rushed march came to a halt when I was a couple of feet away from her, making Bill bump into me; she was as pale as George, maybe more.

She took a seemingly calm, deep breath before attempting to walk.

Luckily, I saw the pools of blood on her shirt and stepped to reach her before she could touch the ground.

"Oh my..." Lupin covered his mouth with both his hands and Bill stood frozen at the sight of the girl in my arms. "MOLLY!!" my old professor yelled at the top of his lungs, going as livid as me.

We shouldn't talk on impulse, I told myself, rushing into the kitchen with Y/n in my arms. A series of gasps and regretful whispers broke the silence while I laid her on the dining table.

"Y/n?" George's trembling voice was heartbreaking, and, as my dad forced him to stay on the couch, I prayed the girl in my arms would survive.

"Oh Lord..." My mother muttered, examining her. It wasn't only her shirt stained with blood; her left leg and arm were too. "Oh dear..."

"She took the blow." Lupin ran his hands through his hair, understandably stressed. After a couple of seconds, her turned to my dad and commanded, "Get him up. Quick— go get him up." His eyes stared right into my soul and I dreaded the worst, but still obeyed and helped my dad drag George to the dining table.

I heard Lupin telling Bill something about Sectumsempra, and my heart sunk.

She took the blow.

"No..." George's murmur was close to a cry, but it was enough for Y/n's eyes to snap open.

"George." tears were effortlessly streaming down her cheeks at the sight of him. "You're... A-alive..."

"Please stay" My brother fell on his knees, reaching for Y/n's bloody hand with his own. We all looked away to give them some kind of intimacy, except from my mother, who was still trying to fix the poor girl.

I heard them both whispering sweet nothings with shattered voices until only one of them died out. I looked over to Tonks, whose eyes were gleaming with tears, and then to Lupin.

I couldn't bring myself to look at George.

After a moment of intense sobbing, my dad managed to pull my twin away from the corpse, and we carried him back to the settee.

I stayed with him the night, holding his hand and assuring him it was not his fault, but I knew my words would have little effect on his state; after all, he had been in love with Y/n for years.

All those years he had spent trying to convince all of us that Y/n was a good person, that we should give her a chance; all those years begging our mother to bring her over because she wanted to see our home.

Now her body was lying on our kitchen and I knew none of us would forgive ourselves for misjudging her.

READER'S P. O. V.

"Nervous?" A tall, redheaded kid appeared besides me; I supposed he didn't know my name by the warmth and curiosity with which his eyes stared at me.

"Aren't we all?" I replied with an anxious laugh.

He seemed to think for a moment before nodding. "Fair point, though I'll probably go into Gryffindor." He assured me with a proud smile, causing my head to cast down. "What is it?"

"Oh nothing," I shrugged, aware I would not be able to befriend that sweet boy with warm eyes. "I think I'll be sorted into Slytherin."

"Nonsense!" His intentions had been obviously to reassure me, but when he realised his response only made it worse, he added. "It'd be wicked to have a Slytherin friend, though." My eyes widened at his words; did he just— "I'm George, by the way."

"I'm Y/n."

"That's a very pretty name." Professor Mcgonagall led us into the Great Hall, and before I knew what was happening, George's hand was holding mine. "It'll be fine."

The lighting of the Castle changed once the Great Hall's doors opened; a bright, white light seemed to be coming out of it.

"Wait!" My hand gripped George's before he could leave my side. "Can you hold my hand? I-I'm scared." My voice no longer sounded like a 11 year old.

For some reason I didn't comprehend, my eyes were watery, making the view in front of me blurry.

"Don't be scared, darling." When I turned to George, I didn't see a kid; it was him, in the expensive suit I had seen him mere hours ago. "I'm here."

I just nodded and, swallowing my fear, took a step ahead, and then another one, and another, until I reached the Great Hall.

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whosscruffylooking · 3 years

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The Purest Things-Something There

Warnings: Mentions of murder. Canon-typical violence.

Word Count: 2.5k

a/n: i am so beyond sorry that it has taken this long to get another chapter out. this doesn’t follow my post schedule that i had previously given, but hopefully this can be a good place holder till later this week.

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May 2008

Bookend: "It took me quite a long time to develop a voice, and now that I have it, I am not going to be silent." -Madeleine Albright

"There's no way I'm doing that," you rebuttal, "Hotch? Tell them it's a ridiculous idea." He stays silent, but his mouth twitches slightly.

Oh, you son of a-

"Richards is a classic narcissist. The challenge of facing a tough, fearless, and intelligent woman will give him his high. Narcissists are drawn to goal-oriented women, women who are resilient, adaptable, yet decisive. Show him that you are a good listener, but don't praise him."

"Think of him like a wild animal," Spencer adds, "You don't feed zoo animals because they are unpredictable. Remember, narcissists have an extraordinary sense of self, and when you praise his ego, you enable his unstable and feeble mind. He doesn't hear praise; he hears how much better he is than you. If you don't feed the beast, he won't have the stamina to combat your confidence later."

"Once you disarm him, I'll come in and challenge his confidence," Hotch concludes.

Could you have said that less attractively? That would have been more helpful.

Aaron cheekily smirks as if reading your mind but quickly looks away. You wish you didn't blush so fast-that you had some sense to keep your emotions to yourself. In a second, your cheeks are rosy, and you are convinced that everyone in the room can perceive your feelings as if you wrote them on little notes and passed them around.

You grunt and roll your eyes, "I hate all of you."

Derek snaps his fingers at you, "Lose the jacket."

"All men are pigs," you spit while removing your blazer, leaving you in a fitted tank top and your tight-legged jeans that hug your curves in all of the right places.

Derek wolf whistles at you, and you hurl your jacket at him. Aaron lets his eyes slide up and down your body, his gaze lasting longer than it should. He swears that as you stride into the interrogation room, your hips swing a bit farther side to side than usual. It is the very action that radiates courage, a mind coupled perfectly with itself and the world around it, concentrated and solemn.

Typically, Hotch would divert the task of adulating a narcissist to Prentiss, but he knows if anyone can take command of someone's attention, it's you. How does he know? Because you captivate him far more often than he cares to admit, defying his very being with every interaction. You are a secret weapon that he wants to keep concealed until you can allow your talents to shine genuinely. Aaron knows that now is your moment. ++++ "What is it that I am being accused of? Fraud? Embezzling?" The sharp-dressed businessman questions; his gaze is straying further below your eyes than you care for.

Pig.

You throw a file down on the medal table, and it slides across, stopping right in front of the man, successfully redirecting his stare somewhere other than your chest.

"Try murder."

His eyes widen, "You're joking. Come on, where are the hidden cameras? I'm ready for you to yell candid camera now! I am Milton Richards, for god's sake!"

"I don't know!" You shrug your shoulders. "Why don't you explain this to me, Mr. Richards. I'm just as confused as you are. What reason could a successful, charming, handsome, wealthy business mogul like yourself possibly have to kill someone?"

"Oh please," Richards scoffs, "This isn't an interrogation. You've already pegged me as guilty."

"I don't agree, but you have the right to feel how you feel."

He purses his lips, leaning as far away from you as physically possible while handcuffed to the table.

"Milton, why did you try to escape a moving vehicle when my team apprehended you?"

"Just felt like it, I guess," he shrugs mockingly.

"So, something just randomly compelled you to flee the custody of a federal agent?"

Richards leers at you. You stand up and walk around the table, leaning down next to him, "I get it. I do. You're a suave, wealthy, and ruthless business tyrant. You have to cover your tracks-do what it takes to survive."

He raises his eyebrow, turning to face you, your faces mere inches from each other. I got you now.

"Trust me. I know probably better than anyone what it takes to maintain a position you fought your entire life for. I'm a woman; I had to claw my way into the F.B.I. Do you think it's easy being surrounded by a team filled with uncontrolled testosterone? Womanhood requires balls; I see you keep your balls in your pants, cool, cool. Mine are on my chest, up top. As you've so duly noticed."

His eyes flicker to the aforementioned area, and you restrain yourself from gagging.

"And you know what, Richards? I use them every day of my life. Because in my line of business, sometimes I have to take the backdoor to get things done. Why do I get the sense that you were the same way before you became Mr. Wolf of Wall Street? How else does a kid who grew up in the projects become a multi-millionaire mogul by 27?"

"We both know what the other is capable of. C'mon, let's show each other a bit of respect here. No games, let's be upfront with each other," you appeal. ++++ Aaron watches as you work the room like it is your stage. You play the part perfectly. He admires your ability to absorb things and then responded rather than immediately react to douse firey circumstances rather than add to the flames.

Derek finds himself next to Aaron, smugly observing Aaron's visible fascination with you.

"She's fantastic, Hotch," Derek beams with pride. Hotch holds his breath behind pursed lips in an attempt to barricade himself from the feelings of foolish jealousy he feels creeping up.

I know she is. I think I recognize it a little too well.

Aaron knows that Derek will be scrutinizing his reaction to the commendation and refrains from responding.

Of course, Derek reads this lack of a reaction as a response itself. And he finds it strangely amusing. ++++ "Here's what I think happened," you twirl your finger around the manilla file, "I think you were having some money troubles and your top investors caught onto your little games. When you sat down, you volunteered the crimes fraud and embezzlement as reasons you assumed we brought you into custody. You listed them like they are apparent reasons for us to charge you. Those are two areas you are clearly willing to take the fall for and have cause to oblige by."

Opening the file, a photograph is revealed within of a murder victim. Richards shifts uncomfortably in his seat, stifling a cough.

"Do you know this man?"

"N-no," he claims as his eyes flutter from the photo to his hands.

Surprised by his blatant tell, you glance back at the two-way mirror.

Turning back to the suspect with a newfound spark in your eyes, you press harder, "Strike one. Try again."

"Excuse me?"

"The man in the image is Walter Barone, the C.E.O. of Jameson Whitely Associates...your accounting firm. Your company was going bankrupt, Milton. There was nowhere left for you to turn. So, do you want to try that again? This time, answer my questions directly and honestly."

"Walt had a reserve saved for me worth $5 million. Last week when I approached him about dipping into the fund to keep the company afloat, he withheld it. I wouldn't kill him for it, though."

"Well, see, that's the problem here, Milton. When he was found, that little reserve of yours was nowhere to be found. Naturally, you can assume where my mind goes when I try and put two and two together, right?"

"I told you," he says, clearly provoked by your accusation, "I wouldn't...didn't kill him."

"Wasn't it you, in your book, right? Who said, 'It's surprising what a man will do when properly motivated?' I don't know about you, but losing everything you'd ever worked for and having your one saving grace held from you seems like pretty good motivation."

Silence. "Oh, come on, Milton, now is not the time to act so arrogant!"

He slams his fists on the table; you abstain from being startled in an attempt to show him no fear.

Wild animals can smell fear.

"Arrogant, huh? Why don't you step up and prove me wrong? Prove you're better than me. You despise me for being successful; I despise you for your assumption that you could waltz in here like a tramp and seduce me into giving myself up. What? Too harsh? I'm not sure you and I are even the same species."

Hotch bursts into the room, and you quickly signal for him to stand down. I've got this.

He gives you a prideful wink. I know you do.

Somehow Aaron being in the room gives you that last little push to conclude this grand performance of yours. Slowly, you begin clapping dramatically for his little one-person comedy act. He certainly knows how to play the fool.

"Is that a dare? Challenge accepted. Your entire life, you have suffered from a disease... a fragile ego. You have built these walls of detachment so that you can conveniently solicit status to hide your true, weak self. You lash out because you feel it compensates for your insecurities."

"The truth is, despite being at the top of the corporate chain, every day you lead the life of a loser. You are willing to destroy people psychically, emotionally, and mentally. And you view that as a cause for celebration. You are the embodiment of a loser and abject failure."

Hotch touches the small of your back; you shiver at the sudden warmth that fills your body in reaction to it. He hands you a piece of paper, one that seals Richards' conviction.

"Milton Richards, you are under arrest for the murder of Walter Barone, Hank Simmons, Frankie Lisbon, and Jillian Ryder."

Hotch motions for you to do the honors.

"By all means, lead the way."

Holding yourself proud and tall, you waltz over to Milton and hoist him out of his chair. Inclining your lips to his ear, you tell him contemptuously, "You lose." ++++ "Way to go, superstar! You had us all on the edge of our seats," Derek says, wrapping his muscular arms around you. You breathe in his cologne and savor the sensation of being in his arms.

Since the day you met Morgan, you've felt a draw to him. Not in a romantic way, though you proudly admit he is hands-down one of the most gorgeous men to set foot on earth. He gives you the feeling of safety, warmth, and brotherly love. His hugs rejuvenate you after a long day of work, and you see to it that neither of you leaves the office without receiving your signature embraces.

Aaron observes you and Derek's shared embrace from the shelter of his office. Before he can comprehend his movements, his legs carry him to the terrace overlooking the bullpen.

What do you think you're doing, Hotch? Pull yourself together. They’re friends. Just like you and her are.

Dismissing his inner voice of reason, he calls out to you, "Y/L/N. See me in my office."

You grimace at his tone of voice but abide by his request.

Derek chuckles, "Green is not that man's color."

"What?" You turn to him, confused.

"Goodnight, superstar."

"Night, handsome," you blow him a kiss, trying to brush his comment out of your mind. ++++ "You summoned?"

Aaron's whiskey-colored eyes meet yours. The tempo of your heart quickens like a metronome.

"You did a phenomenal job in there."

"I've learned from the best." You. I've learned from you.

He clears his throat, "Those things you said...a-about the men on this team. Is that how you truly feel?"

Shocked by his willingness to believe such a misleading statement, you gasp and close the distance between the two of you.

You must have some nerve to believe that I would ever view you as anything other than the most upstanding man I've ever met.

"Aaron, what I said in there is further than the truth than I would have liked to have strayed. In fact, it was with you that I finally felt equal as a human being-like someone recognized me for my intellect and self-worth. A woman can't acquire that regardless of how 'equal' this world claims to be."

Aaron finds himself lost in your eyes, absorbing every meaning behind your words.

"It was a freeing feeling having someone I respect so highly show me similar respect."

No. Don't stop talking. Please. Hotch blushes at his inner monologue, incapable of comprehending precisely what kind of influence you hold on him.

"Anyway," you laugh, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen in your face, "Sorry for my little tangent."

"No," Hotch interjects firmly, "Never apologize for expressing your feelings. I assured you last year that I'll always be available as a sounding board for you. That offer still stands."

Your gaze softens as you study him, his intentions, his mannerisms. He notices your pupils dilate, and it commences a chain reaction within his veins. To him, it's not the fact that you radiate beauty on the outside. Sure, you are physically fit and put in the effort to maintain your appearance. Naturally, that would be why someone like Derek Morgan would have you on his radar.

But, Aaron has gradually grown accustomed to the kindness that you seem to reserve just for him. He sees the differences between how you act around the team versus when you step inside his office or are alone in the car with him, even the way your confidence elevates when he walks into the interrogation room.

These differences aren't unique to just you, though. Aaron notices the same changes in himself when he is around you. Never did he expect to go home from work and lie in bed thinking about the way your eyes strayed on his for a moment too long, or how as he completed paperwork at his desk, he'd replay in his mind a cheesy joke you told the team. He knows how you like your coffee from observing you in the break room one too many times.

One cream, two sugars.

Your laughter warms his body from the inside out. When you talk about your favorite comic book with Prentiss and Morgan, the twinkle in your eye never fails to bring a smile to his face. He knows that you hate getting out of the car when it rains because your perfectly straightened hair that you spent god knows how long on will undoubtedly curl.

His changes were less evident on the outside. But, he knew that deep down, there is something there that wasn't there before.

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The Black Quill

Summary: Finally being able to distract the Slytherin prefect and with the perfect distraction to have the castle to themselves, Madeline and Rowan discover a mysterious quill in the Slytherin common room. But does this quill lead to more mysteries or does it provide answers?

Warning: Nothing

A/N: I'm back! I'm so so sorry for my absence, but I promise to update the chapter more often, (One of my new year's resolutions in fact and I plan to stick to it...hopefully) But for now, enjoy the Chapter.

The first rays of sunshine illuminated the girls' dorm room, waking Rowan up. She stretched her arms and sat up on her bed. Putting on her glasses Rowan blinked a couple of times before looking at the alarm clock on top of their shelf.

6:56, it read. Another day, another early start Rowan thought, smiling at the thought of her month-long strike, unlike someone who was still buried under the covers of her four-poster.

A couple of seconds in waiting and the alarm started ringing loudly. Madeline started awake, but she got caught among the covers and stumbled out of bed, startling Rowan.

Rowan turned around, blinking confusedly. Madeline pushed aside the covers, finally making her presence known. The moment she made eye contact with Rowan, Madeline burst out laughing. Rowan scoffed, helping Madeline get up, who apparently couldn't calm her laughter.

"Madeline you shouldn't laugh! You could've hit your head badly," Rowan said, trying to keep a straight face.

"Calm down Ro, I'm fine," Madeline chuckled, as Rowan helped her up, a smile starting to appear on her face.

The girls both got ready for the day and headed downstairs for Breakfast. Once they reached the hall, Rowan and Madeline were faced with the sight of the Great Hall bustling with very excited students. It was clear that everyone was very excited about the upcoming quidditch match, providing the perfect cover for the both of them to execute their plan.

Madeline turned to look at Rowan with a smirk seeing that Rowan had an equally determined look on her face. They both sat across each other at the Gryffindor table, munching on their breakfast when Penny eagerly approached them at the table.

"I'm so excited for the quidditch match! I heard that Skye Parkin is going to be one of the chasers," Penny squealed excitedly.

"That sounds brilliant, but remind me who Skye Parkin is again?" Madeline asked while she glanced over at Rowan. Let's just say Rowan was busy admiring a certain tall red-head.

"She's only from one of the best-known quidditch families here Madeline!" Penny said matter-of-factly, clearly a little shocked to know that Madeline had no idea about the young quidditch player.

"I hope you two are coming to watch the match, the whole school is going to be there," Penny insisted.

Madeline glanced nervously over at Rowan, who now had the same nervous look on her face.

"Uh sorry Penny but Madeline needs to catch up on some homework and I'll be helping her, so we won't be at the match," Rowan said, trying to put on a straight face.

Penny's face fell slightly. She turned to Madeline for a reply but Madeline nodded fervently in confirmation.

"Oh," Penny said, now rather glum, but she smiled slightly. "Right, well, remind me to take you both out for a quidditch friendly."

"We will," Madeline said, a little too enthusiastically but luckily Penny didn't notice. Penny then grinned and skipped away to greet other enthusiastic quidditch-loving students. When she was out of earshot, Madeline and Rowan sighed in relief.

"Now that we've gotten that out of the way, I say we get to it quickly," Madeline said and Rowan nodded in agreement.

"We need to wait a few minutes into the match, to get the perfect cover," Rowan said solemnly.

"Right, so I guess, we wait," Madeline shrugged and continued to munch on her toast.

Slowly the great hall emptied out, students flocking the quidditch fields to watch the much-awaited match. Once the girls deemed the coast was clear, they headed downstairs to the dungeons.

They hid in the corner amongst the shadows of the corridor. They both kept a careful eye on the entrance of the Slytherin common room.

"Are you sure the Slytherin prefect isn't going to be here," Rowan whispered to Madeline nervously.

"Don't worry, I convinced him to stay at the match for the entire time, well be done by then," Madeline reassured her friend.

"Very cunning Madie, I'm starting to think that sorting hat may have been wrong about you," Rowan smiled although she knew Madeline would ignore the last part. And that she did.

"Shh, here they come," Madeline whispered before Rowan could converse more.

Madeline then pointed Rowan towards the direction of the entrance of the Slytherin common room, where two Slytherins were chitchatting, possibly about the so-called "prank".

"Quick cast Reducio," Rowan urged.

Madeline took a deep breath and then cast the spell, hoping that she did it right. For a slight second, she felt dizzy and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes back Madeline looked around to see a MASSIVE Rowan looking down at her and smiling.

"It worked! I mean, of course, it worked, it's a well-formulated plan and you're a great witch Madeline," Rowan said, although mostly to herself.

'Right... but I better head in," Madeline said, noticing that the two witches were heading in.

"Okay, and don't worry I'll be on guard outside, I know you can do it," Rowan said, smiling confidently.

Madeline nodded and quickly scurried behind the student. You got to admit, being tiny meant running faster than usual, just for a couple of paces.

Once Madeline made it inside the common room, she waited until the two students left for their dorm rooms. Thankfully these two appeared to be very excited so they quickly headed upstairs.

"Phew that was close," Madeline whispered to herself. She looked around, taking in the ambience of the room.

"Am I underwater? No wonder they're always so gloomy..." Madeline wondered.

But time was running out. Madeline muttered Engorgio under her breath and after a split second, she returned to her normal size.

"Thank goodness that worked," Madeline sighed with relief, "And now to find that quill."

In a few minutes, it looked as if a tornado had hit the pristine common room. Madeline had effective looked through the entire common room. It was truly a wonder how the students hadn't heard her.

"Ugh, where is that bloody quill?" Madeline groaned. She fell back on the couch, exhausted. But Madeline yelped when she felt something poke her butt. She quickly got up and shuffled through the pillows.

Finally, she found it, she pulled out a simple black quill.

"Well I hope this is it," Madeline said to herself. She stuffed the quill in her pocket and shrunk herself back.

She waited for a couple of minutes, for someone to appear. She then found a couple older Slytherin boys chatting and followed them outside.

Outside she found rowan keeping a guard. Madeline made sure no one was looking around, before enlarging herself back. Rowan turned around and saw Madeline dusting her robes.

"Madeline you made it," she said happily.

"Yeah, I guess did," Madeline replied. The girls both turned around and were about to leave when a voice stopped them.

"Not. so. fast, orionswan and Khanna," Madeline and Rowan turned around and saw professor Snape scowling. Behind him stood Felix, with a smirk on his face.

"Professor Snape?!" The girls were not expecting to see him... at all.

"Rosier returned to ensure Gryffindors weren't attempting some foolish prank on the Slytherin common room," Snape said.

"When he noticed Khanna here, he did as he'd been told and informed the Head of House," Snape scowled, "then we see you leaving the common room, a place you know you're forbidden from."

"I wanted to warn you Madeline, but I couldn't," Rowan pleaded, knowing that Madeline would get into trouble, possibly because of her.

"Quiet Khanna," Snape scolded the girl and turned to Madeline," I will give you one opportunity to explain your reprehensible behaviour."

'I only did it to find my friend Mr Copper, professor," Madeline said trying to look convincing.

Madeline didn't know how, but she seemed to have convinced Snape. He took one last look at her and nodded.

Felix looked shocked. "Arent you going to take house points from them?" he asked.

"Do I suddenly need to explain myself, Mr. rosier?" snape growled.

"Now all of you be gone, I need to owl the headmaster," Snape commanded and walked away.

Madeline and Rowan took one look at each other before dashing off to the safety of their common room.

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"How many times do I need to tell you, Ro I feel fine!" Madeline said, exasperated.

"You can never be too sure Madeline," Rowan mumbled under her breath, as she concentrated on transfiguring the quill.

"Ah... I... I GOT IT!!" Rowan exclaimed as the Black Quill turned into a long scroll of parchment. Madeline turned her attention to Rowan and the scroll.

"Proceed to the farthest corridor at the east end of the fifth floor," Madeline read aloud, "transfigure this scroll back into a Black Quill and return it to the Slytherin Common Room. Failure to follow these instructions will result in severe punishment- R"

"Severe punishment, is that what happened to Ben?" Rowan asked, taking the scroll from Madeline and observing it.

"Well we'll need to find that out, any idea we need to transfigure it back into a quill?" Madeline asked.

"Maybe he isn't the only one with these instructions, Rowan thought to herself.

"I've got a bad feeling about this, Madeline professor Dumbledore said if we find anything odd, we should tell a professor," Rowan said nervously.

"I know Ro, even I do, but we need to find Ben and this is probably the only way to find him," Madeline said.

"But I understand, if you don't want to go, I won't force you," Madeline quickly said, when she saw Rowan becoming grimmer.

"No it's alright, we should go," Rowan said suddenly feeling braver, also keen on finding their friend.

Right, let's head there now, the day's still not over," Madeline helped Rowan get up and the two girls headed over to The fifth floor.

When they reached the floor they found the corridor to be dark and cold. A chill ran down their spines. They explored the hall and found a giant door.

"Should we go in?" Rowan asked meekly.

Madeline didn't answer. She pushed open the door carefully and she and Rowan look through it. What the two girls saw, shocked them beyond their wits.

Ice, giant chunks of ice, everywhere in the corridor. The two girls narrowed their eyes and saw Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall talking to... Ben.

He was stuck in a block of ice, deathly pale and shivering.

"I'm so... c-c-c-c-cold," Ben shivered.

"Obviously," Snape drawled, studying the ice closely.

Professor McGonagall cast Flipendo. Shockingly it had no effect on the ice or Ben.

"The knockback jinx always shattered the cursed ice! But it seems to have become impervious," the professor said clearly taken aback.

"Hmm, incendio should work," Snape suggested.

"And also effectively burn Mr copper"

"I never suggested it wouldn't hurt him," Snape replied.

"The cursed ice continues to spread through the castle. Someone has definitely been tampering with it."

Madeline's stomach dropped. She had found her friend successfully but, that came with a price. The vaults were striking back and no one knew how to stop them.

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wild-houseplant · 2 years

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/returns like a ghostly apparition, knocking on your window/ hello can we please get these for Rhodri ? 🍒 🎂 🥃 🍾

Oh henlo hi :3 *opens the window and welcomes you in with cake and goodies* Thank you for the asks! <3 I'm spoiled!! (any chance I could send you a few more as well? 8D ok if not!) Under the cut! We know how it rolls around here :D

🍒 Has your OC had their first kiss yet? If so, with who?

She has! It happened just shy of her nineteenth birthday, courtesy of her friend and fellow Circle mage, Stella. Stella's lovely! She's a very vivacious, absent-minded sort with absolutely no filter, and is an absolute beast at drawing, especially plants and intricate patterns. They end up in an open QPR (Stella's a pansexual loveless aro while Rhod’s pan-everything) and they're basically like those old couples that argue about weird shit like the ideal colour of toast right up 'til Rhodri's conscription a year later.

🎂 Has your OC got any contradictory interests or traits to the first perception people have of them? How do they surprise people?

HAHAHAHAHAH. Oh. My God. Well, the resting bitch face hides that she's a snuggle monster who's great with kids and babies, but I've talked about that a lot already.

Probably the thing that strikes most people as contradictory is the way she can jump between playfulness and earnest solicitude. It's mostly because she doesn't trust her gut in social situations (and fair, it's often misled her), so she's constantly analysing as she goes. It happens especially when someone makes a joke that she takes seriously. Bugger goes from comfort mode to hyena-esque laughing in 0.001 seconds. Throws 'em every time. :D

🥃 If your OC was in this universe, what would be their favourite show/book/band/social media platform?

Ooh. Do you know, I've never thought about this! Let's see... show-wise, I can see her going for documentaries. Especially ones about space and anything geology, but I think she'd watch just about anything. Book... at a guess, probably psychology textbooks so she could get a better grip of how she thinks, and how others think. Developmental psychology would be of particular use, I would imagine, so she'd feel very prepared as a parent. I do have a hc, though, that she has a very soft spot for heroic novels. Tales of the gallant, mighty protag saving the day with their strength and wisdom put stars in her eyes like nobody's business. Band... you know, I peg her as liking instrumental stuff, especially if it's rich and slow. To flesh out my characters, I listen to music until I find a song with the elements that scream their name to me. For Rhodri, I ended up with Méditation, from the opera Thaïs, played by the London Philharmonic Orchestra, so I'll put them as her favourite band. Link if you want to listen to the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mlNQhKOmPSs Haaa and social media platform? Mm. I can see her having a whale of a time on Tumblr, actually. She'd probably end up with a blog that she didn't write on much, but would reblog every cool thing she saw to make sure her mutuals caught it, too. At least once they suggested that instead of sending them a link to it via discord. She's undoubtedly a jim, bless her.

🍾 Does your OC believe in luck? If so, do they have any charm or ritual they do before a stressful event?

Nope to both of these. Not in the sense of an extraneous force rigging the game for you. There's definitely being lucky or unlucky, but that's because the outcomes of prior events were favourable or unfavourable and brought it to that point. She does like the idea of charms and rituals, though. They encourage a certain mindset, and they're often very beautiful, even if the force they're making their appeal to probably either doesn't exist, or won't listen.

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liyue girls as dere types! pt.2

a/n: here is the second part that tumblr wouldn't let me post together-

genre: fluff

warnings: beidou likes to drink

note: reader is genderneutral!

ningguang

a kuudere

ningguang appears cold and distant to most, with her having built up many walls to keep potential political threats away from her by creating an invisible line between her and other people

as ningguang tends to make herself rare to those around her, she wouldn't act much different around her love interest, except for some unknown benefits coming their way the moment they set foot in liyue (if they are a traveler or has caught her attention)

on the other hand, ningguang gets what she wants and will probably invite you to her jade chamber once the timing is right and to not create suspicion when she wants to see her love interest (although i don't think anyone would expect ningguang having romantic interest in them)

ganyu

a mix of a dandere and a nemuidere!

if ganyu ever happens to be freed of her duties and gets to spend her time with her love interest, she might appear very shy and timid up until the moment she manages to open up to you

ganyu has troubles to fit into the human world, but would feel different around her love interest, which makes her more talkative around them whenever they meet

ganyu enjoys talking about plants and vegetables, and literally has notes full of scribbled notes about how to properly take care of them

i kind of imagine ganyu would write things down she notices about her love interest, simply so she can remember them well and will bring them up during a conversation

she also enjoys to take naps like a nemuidere, but is also very diligent about her work and what she is passionate about

keqing

also a tsundere!

being the yuheng she has to keep up a certain image and with her being a very sceptical person it might become hard to strike up a conversation with her in the first place

if keqing is interested she will probably make the first move but keep a certain distance because she doesn't want to let her pride down and get hurt in the end

same as ningguang though, she tries to make herself rare for her image

keqing will only leave her guard down once she can fully trust her love interest and thus it might take some time to get used to her distant behaviour

i think having political discussions with her could be very interesting, simply because she is sceptic and has her own beliefs in liyue about rex lapis

xinyan

probably something of a tsundere

xinyan enjoys having them close and often plays her guitar whenever they're nearby because she wants to impress them

they also gain a huge bonus when her love interest is just as interested in rock n' roll as she is and even more if they can play a instrument on their own

the tsundere part of her mainly kicks in the moment they compliment her and praise her for her skills

while xinyan won't get any violent though, she just denies it and just is embarrassed about them thinking they are great, but appreciates every single bit of appreciation she can receive from her love interest

xiangling

a deredere!

doesn't really hide the fact she likes someone, and especially not in front of the person themself

when you visit wangmin restaurant it is to be expected that xiangling will top by your table and talk to you, while giving you some of the best recommendations she can make

being near xiangling as her love interest can be kind of exhausting, especially when she wants to search for new ingredients with you, mainly to spend with them and find new culinary dishes she can create

but xiangling knows her limit and is able to respect boundaries, while still wanting to be present in your life

they say love goes through the stomach so

beidou

a tough one actually, but i decided on her probably being a yottadere!

a yottadere is someone who usually drinks a lot and though beidou isn't wasted all the time, she definitely likes drinking

so her love interest either belongs to her crew or is one of her drinking buddies she made on her way through the ocean

beidou is a tough woman and follows her own rules, so her love interest is either similar to her or even the complete opposite, which makes beidou still appreciate having drink together after a long day of work

beidou might probably be confused about her feelings at first, but eventually understands and is a lot more open towards them afterwards

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Our Doll 13//Rumlow

B.Barnes x S.Rogers, B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

Series Synopsis | After the events of the horrific past, y/n Stark, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have finally admitted their feelings for each other. But is life as an avenger whilst dating two super soldiers any easier than anything y/n’s experienced in the past?

sequel Series to Their Doll

Series Warnings | smut, violence, torture, swearing, threesomes, drug usage/substance abuse

Chapter Summary | Peter comes up with a plan to get y/n to safety. Steve attempts to find the man controlling her

Warnings | swearing maybe? Slight violence

A/n | This is a sequel book/series to my fic Their Doll! This book loosely follows the mcu timeline, starting in CAWS in book one and starting just before AOU in this book. Bucky had been recovered and is safe, and Peter was taken under Tony's wing when he was much younger.

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The plan was simple.

Get in, get her out.

Peter, to his credit, had thought through the plan in such detail that Bucky was strained to find a fault. Even a small one.

The boy had recruited Bucky and Wanda to reenact his scheme, the two being the only people he knew would be one hundred percent on board.

Other than Steve, who was on a 'very important mission' and wouldn't tell anyone about it. All they knew was that he'd taken a strike team with him and didn't know when he would be back.

He'd thought through everything: how to avoid triggering any alarms, which doors to use, who would do what to make everything seem less suspicious. He'd even considered the physics of anyone being able to spot them running from any of the rooms around the back of the compound, from any angle.

Just in case someone was angsty and couldn't sleep, he'd informed Bucky and Wanda.

Peter was currently hanging from the side of the glassy building, webs holding strong as he leant his weight back into them and waited for the signal.

Bucky was down in the cell with y/n, under the pretence of checking on her as Wanda used her powers to break into the security system. The aim was to retrieve y/n without making a sound, or alert the others.

A flash of red. The quiet click of a door shutting.

Peter took his cue.

The boy swung down, quickly webbing the heavy, metal door shut when the flutter of ginger had followed Bucky and y/n out the back of the compound.

Door sealed and little chance of a break-in, Peter goaded the three Avengers past the tree line as he swung from branch to creaky branch.

"Go, go, go!" His voice was coming out as a hoarse whisper as Bucky's legs worked mechanically - y/n's sleeping frame locked tightly against his chest as Wanda followed closely behind.

The girl's head kept turning, checking behind them to see if anyone was following. But no one was ever there, only the crisscrossed leaves and shrubs covering their tracks with such accuracy that the scarlet witch could hardly believe it.

Bucky broke through the clearing just after Peter, the young boy already holding the car door open for Bucky to slide his girl onto the backseat.

The car was run-down and shabby - looking just old enough to blend in but not too obvious as if to scream 'were trying to be inconspicuous'.

The car door shut as slowly as Bucky could make it before he was running around to the front - bionic arm yanking the driver's side door open before he hopped in himself.

"Are you going to be alright?" Wanda asked, only a hint of her accent left to grace her voice now. Bucky nodded, nimble fingers twisting the keys in the ignition until the car roared to life.

She wiggled her fingers, a movement Bucky struggled not to find funny, and a little stream of glowing crimson flowed from them. It curled under y/n's nose, the sleeping girl instantly groaning with protest as she begun to stir.

"Tell Steve I'm sorry, but this was the only way." Bucky gritted out, throat dry and sticky as the words crawled into his mouth. Wanda nodded, ready to walk away when Bucky's hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"And give him this - but only when he starts to look for us." Bucky proclaimed, taking a ruffled envelope from one of his pockets; the paper was crinkled and creased, had clearly been stuffed into his pocket for a while now.

Wanda took the letter between her fingers, a small tear pricking at her eye when she read the name scribbled over the back in rushed - yet somehow neat - handwriting:

My greatest love...

"I will, he'll get it." Wanda nodded, folding the envelope and pushing it into her back pocket. "I promise."

"Thank you." With his last words spoken, Bucky gave a thankful nod to Peter - who had hung back awkwardly behind Wanda until now - before rolling his window up and pressing his foot on the accelerator.

Steve's foot stung as it crashed through the door, yet the super soldier ignored it as he paced past the now-splintered wood with little care.

"Where is he?!" Steve spat, the words like a venom in his mouth as he crowded a cowering man in black tack gear. His strike team followed closely behind, guns raised in a defensive position just in case there were unexpected hostiles in the room.

"I-I don't know! I swear!" The man stuttered, teeth clashing together as he stumbled blindly backwards towards a wall. He squeaked when he made contact with the bricks, sucking in a breath as Steve held his shield against the man's neck.

"I don't believe you." Steve grated through bared teeth, the vein popping out in his forehead as he flushed red with anger. "Tell me."

"Okay! Okay, I'll tell you." The man whimpered as Steve pressed the shield harsher against his oesophagus, his shaking hands raised in hopeless surrender. "He's in a safe house, a few miles from here - he recently came back for supplies then left. He said he'd never be coming back."

Steve pulled away as the man cowered, a shout of annoyance ripping from his throat as he threw the shield against the wall.

Steve grunted as he caught the vibranium, looking over to his team.

"We need to find him! I won't have my girlfriend controlled by some- some monster!" Steve barked. A chorus of 'yes, Captain's echoed from the men. Someone was already on comms and Steve was careering back across the room.

"Captain, we may have a location." One of his men spoke up sheepishly after a moment, pulling away from their laptop.

"And?" Steve prompted, brow raised.

"It's only a few miles north - we could be there within minutes and they'd never see us coming." Steve sprung into action at the words; he pushed off the table he'd been leant against and made his way outside the building they'd just breached.

"Find a car with keys in - our vans are too obvious and can be spotted from a mile away." Steve directed.

"Yes, Captain." One of his team said, and they were quickly followed by two others as they went in search for a car.

"We need to be quick and inconspicuous - turn off the comms, they may be able to detect the link. I want all out - if we fail, y/n could never be back to full control again. Got it?" Steve finished his instruction as he turned around to face the rest of his team and they all nodded. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, captain!" They all agreed.

"Then get to it."

So much for a simple plan.

...

"B-bucky? Where am I?" Y/n's voice was saturated with sleep, drowsy and dopey as she propped her frame up on her elbow. "Where are we?"

"We're going somewhere safe, Doll. You're going to be safe now." Bucky promised, blue eyes flitting to meet y/n's in the mirror as he kept his hands on the steering wheel in a firm grip.

"Where's Steve?" Bucky felt his heart drop at the words. This was the only downfall of Peter's plan - they'd have to leave Steve.

"He's on a mission." Bucky answered simply.

"He's not coming with us, is he?" Y/n affirmed, eyes glinting with a hue of guilt.

"No."

"What- I had some dreams...I think." Y/n mumbled, pressing her hand to her forehead as she felt a dull ache forming.

"Were they good?" Bucky asked, making a left at a junction. Y/n took a moment to assemble her words.

"The best. It was- it was our life, Bucky. But it was..." she trailed off, pieces of her story shattering away from her memory.

"In the 40s?" Bucky finished for her and y/n's eyes widened.

"Yes. How did you know?" Y/n demanded with squinted eyes and Bucky chuckled lightly.

"They weren't dreams, doll. Wanda made a new reality in your mind. Someone was getting in so we had to keep them out. Now put your seatbelt on." Bucky explained and y/n have him a glare.

"So who, uh, how was it possible?" Y/n queried as she sat up properly. The soft click of her buckle filled the space of the small car until Bucky answered.

"Wanda. She's been so helpful, that Parker boy too." Bucky commented and y/n quirked a brow.

"Peter?"

"Yeah, this whole plan to get you out was his idea. Smart boy." Bucky commended.

"Huh." The girl considered. "Do you know who was - what did you say? - 'getting into' my mind?" Bucky sucked in a breath. Y/n frowned and nudged his shoulder with the tips of her fingers. "Tell me."

"Rumlow."

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Heyyy, so I made picrews of my re8 ocs. Here we have Elaine Dogwood Giannatacio (usually just goes by Elaine Dogwood since some people [cough Heisenberg and Angie cough] cannot pronounce her last name) and Isabel Sato.

Elaine is 5'11 and rather gangly. She kinda stands there like 🧍‍♀️ most the time lmao. Her voice is deeper and smooth, but with just enough rasp to be *chefs kiss* perfect.

Isabel is 5'3 and just small. Not in a super-short-oompa-loompa way, but just a petite way. Her voice is really soft and sweet. The kind of voice you could fall asleep to. Also she can sing! She's not like American Idol or anything but she has a good voice.

Anyway, let us start with Elaine shall we?

Elaine is a very deadpan person with a quick wit and a subtle sense of humor. She likes to keep her emotions under lock and key for the most part. She fears people won't tolerate her if she spills all her negative emotions, so she tends to keep them bottled up. However, she is not a cold or unkind person. Quite the opposite actually, she loves to help people and animals (animals!!!).

Now, about her "powers" (cadou induced abilities) They consist of extreme persuasion/compulsion. By making eye contact with her red eye she is able to compel basically anyone to do anything. Now, Elaine usually wears an eye patch over her red eye because she worries she may accidentally compel someone. However, she does use her ability if she feels lazy or angry and can regret her choices later on. She also compels animals into being her pets because she is lonely.

Now, on to Isabel!

Sweet little Isabel is simply a small town girl who ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. She wanted to strike out on her own and make a life for herself, but ended up being kidnapped by Daniela. So now she finds herself working as a maid in the Dimitrescu castle. It's not all bad, Alcina treats her employees considerably well. For the most part.

Now, the girls are awfully fond of Isabel because of her inherently sweet nature. Of course Isabel is terrified of the girls, but she doesn't let them know that. She is kind to them, even when they are covered in blood and a bit manic. She makes sure they're warm and happy, and they love that. Of course it's literally Isabel's job but if she was being honest, she'd probably help then anyway. Even though the girls are bloodthirsty and a bit sadistic, Isabel couldn't help but see their personalities underneath. She had grown to love them for themselves, rather than fear them for their violent side.

⚠️Trigger warning⚠️

Depression, anxiety, mentions of suicide and self harm

Now, Isabel is just a kind and happy girl, but she does have her own hidden issues. She had a history of anxiety and depression before getting captured by Daniela, but now that she lives in the castle it's amplified. Her hands tremor regularly as she works form the amount of anxiety roiling around in her small body. At night she lays awake crying silent tears as she remembers the taste of fresh air and the feeling of sun on her skin. Sometimes she feels as though she no longer remembers what happiness feels like. At one point her thoughts turned to offing herself for some type of relief, but she grew scared and steered away from that thought. Instead she settled for cutting her wrists. She felt relief from being in control of her pain, unlike her time in the dungeons with Cassandra.

End of trigger warning

Uhh, now this is basically just a fic of Elaine and Isabel meeting for the first time lmao

Isabel and Elaine met when Elaine came to visit Alcina and the girls. Isabel had been one of the maids to serve dinner, and she cought Elaine's eye. Elaine was very aware of how the girls "played" with the maids, and though she didn't exactly agree with it, she couldn't really blame them either. They needed blood to survive, after all. However, she noticed the faint tremble in Isabel's hands as she set a plate down in front of her. She also caught sight of a single cut on Isabel's wrist as her sleeve rode up, but it was enough for her. 'Poor thing, she's not doing well here.' Elaine thought. Now, of course most of the maids dont do particularly 'well', in the castle, but Isabel was different. Most maids were hurried and spurred on by fear and resentment. Isabel... Isabel smiled, a genuine smile. Isabel had gentle hands as she worked, she worked with care.

So after dinner was finished and Isabel reached for Elaine's now empty plate to take it to be cleaned, Elaine gently grabbed her sleeve between two fingers. Isabel froze, pale blue eyes snapping to Elaine's in surprise mingled with fear. Alcina perked up at the interaction. It was rare that Elaine payed any mind to the maids.

"What is your name, darling?" Elaine asked softly. Isabel hesitated, seeming confused by the entire situation.

"My- my name is Isabel, my lady." Isabel responded in her soft, silky voice. Elaine smiled gently at the girl, examining her face closely. She was very attractive, Elaine mentally acknowledged as she turned her attention to Alcina.

"I've noticed Isabel here has been quite attentive all night, a very good maid indeed. I was wondering if I may take her home with me." Elaine proposed, trying not to let on how much she wanted to whisk this poor girl away from the castle. Alcina grinned wolfishly as she tilted her head downward slightly.

"Oh? You wish to take her home with you?" Alcina echoed in a suggestive tone. Elaine refrained from rolling her eyes and simply smiled thinly.

"Yes, that is what I said." Elaine replied, the hand gripping Isabel's sleeve moving to cup her elbow instead. Her fingers curled around Isabel's arm in a possessive manner as she maintained eye contact with Alcina. Alcina narrowed her eyes for a moment before chuckling lowly.

"Alright, you can have her. Consider it an early birthday present." Alcina said with a grin, and Elaine nodded in response, turning her gaze to Isabel, who looked rather taken aback by the whole ordeal.

"Go gather your things, we'll be leaving shortly." Elaine murmured softly, rubbing Isabel's arm before releasing her. Isabel stayed rooted to the spot before curtsying and hurrying away.

Once Isabel had finished packing and Elaine said her goodbyes the two soon found themselves sitting across from eachother in Elaine's personal carriage. Isabel kept fidgeting in her seat nervously and Elaine sat in an awkward silence. Out of habit she fiddled with her eye patch and saw Isabel tense. Realization dawned on Elaine like icewater being dumped on her head. 'The poor girl probably thinks I'm going to compel her into having sex with me.' She thought guiltily as she lowered her hand to her lap. She cleared her throat.

"When we get to my estate I shall show you to your chambers and leave you to get settled in. If you need anything you can find me and ask, I'm usually awake at most hours. When I do sleep I sleep light, so don't worry about waking me. I also must warn you about Marcello. He's my raven, and he likes to be a pest most of the time. If he bothers you just shoo him away." Elaine explained, watching Isabel closely. The blond seemed to relax the smallest bit before nodding.

"Yes my lady. Thank you." She murmured softly, and Elaine swore her heart melted at the sound of her voice.

"You may also call me Elaine. I'm not one for titles. Marcello on the other hand, you might need to watch out for." Elaine deadpanned with an eyeroll. Isabel covered a giggle with her hand and Elaine's ego inflated itself at the sound.

"Alright, I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, Elaine." Isabel replied with a soft smile, glancing up at Elaine through her bangs. That was the moment Elaine swore to herself that she'd do anything to see Isabel smile that way.

Suddenly, the carriage came to a halt and Elaine quickly got to her feet. She stepped out into the crisp night air before turning to offer her hand to Isabel. In the dim light she could have sworn she saw Isabel blush as she took Elaine's outstretched hand.

"Well here we are." Elaine announced, gesturing to the dark mansion before the two of them. Isabel stared in wonder at the sheer size of the place. She wondered if Elaine truly lived by herself here. 'If she does it must be rather lonely.' Isabel thought, glancing at the taller woman in sympathy. She was surprised to see Elaine already looking at her. They exchanged awkward smiles before walking up to the mansion together. Little did they know how pivotal that moment was.

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