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zafirosreverie · 2 years
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Their reaction to you dancing for them (KH’s characters)
Agatha Harkness:
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To be fair, you weren't dancing for her. You were just cleaning the house (because being the partner of a powerful witch didn't mean living in a dusty cave, thank you very much) with music blaring and your body couldn't help but move to the beat of the song.
Unfortunately for you, your wife has a habit of appearing out of nowhere at the best/worst of times and she caught you right in the middle of your imaginary concert. When you heard her laugh and saw her leaning against the door frame, you blushed deeply. Agatha will never let you live with this and you knew it.
Months later, when you were fulfilling your role as Agnes's roommate at Westview, the brunette still liked to embarrass you in front of Wanda, telling her how from time to time you "delighted her with fine and elegant dances."
Olivia Octavius:
She doesn't like to be interrupted while working and you know it. But from time to time you must intervene to distract her and make her eat something or rest a little. Unfortunately, the scientist can be quite stubborn and you have to get creative.
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When you walked into the lab that night, Liv definitely didn't expect you to swivel her chair around to make her look as you danced sensually in front of her. Now, that was definitely a good distraction and you actually managed to drag her to bed...although not exactly to sleep
Ursula Gernsback:
Sweet robo-wife, too pure and evil for this chaotic human world. In fact, you were teaching her to dance. Ursula might have all the knowledge of the internet at her fingertips, but she preferred when you took the time to teach her things, simply because she liked being with you and being the center of your attention.
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At first, she was confused. Why did you have to move so weird? And what was the use of doing those movements with background music? Was it some ritual? You were in a cult and you had not said anything to her? Why? She could learn and help you!
However, over time (and many lessons, both in history and physical coordination) she learned to let go and now you find it adorable when you find her dancing while she cooks for you or while she reads behind the counter.
Eve Fletcher:
The moment she saw you dancing on her living room as if you owned the place, she become a babbling, blushing mess. There was nothing sexual about your dance, you were only goofying around, but it was still the cutest yet most sensual thing she ever saw. And she couldn’t concentrate at work for the next week because she kept remembering it and blushing again.
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Jennifer Barkley:
Let’s be honest, you met her this way.
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You had attended a campaign party because your idiot brother-in-law had run. You didn't even want to be there in the first place, but you owed it to your sister, so there you were, dancing like your life depended on it to forget the terrible fact of being surrounded by politicians and boring people.
Then you felt someone looking at you. You looked around until your eyes were fixed on a beautiful woman, who was looking at you amused and with a touch of challenge in her chocolate eyes. Without thinking much about it, you resumed your dance, pretending you weren't dancing for her, but making sure to move your hips sensually.
After a few moments, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind and your back was pressed against a soft chest. "Maybe it's time to introduce ourselves" she murmured against your ear with a slight growl and the rest is history.
Milly Campbell:
She was shocked.
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The poor woman was still getting used to her new life with you and the idea of having more freedom now that Shep was out of the picture. So when you walked into the living room after dropping the kids off at school and started dancing on her lap, she couldn't help but look away from you and blush furiously. And you still had the nerve to laugh at her.
However, after a few moments of teasing her, you stood up and grabbed her hand to pull her along with you. You put one hand on her waist and held the other, dancing with her into something much safer but that felt just as intimate. Her face only got redder.
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neuroprincess · 9 months
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☆ KATHRYN HAHN'S CHARACTERS MASTERLIST ☆
MAIN MASTERLIST | TAGLIST | open requests
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⤷ Agatha Harkness
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⤷ Carla Dunkler
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⤷ Claire Debella
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⤷ Eve Fletcher
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⤷ Olivia Octavius/Doctor Octopus
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⤷ Headcanons
Agatha Harkness NSFW asks ☆
⤷ Preferences
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swanimagines · 1 month
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THE FAVOURITE | GIDEON FLETCHER
Summary: You're a prostitute, and Gideon's favourite. But when he starts to develop feelings for you, things become complicated.
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the gif is mine!
It was a New Year’s Eve. The pub was full of people, drinks were poured, laughter echoed through the building. Gideon sat alone, just observing others, the women in particular. That’s when Gideon met you for the first time. You came to his table, swaying your hips and looking at him up and down.
“Well hello, handsome,” you purred. “Enjoying your night?”
Gideon smirked, looking over your body as well. “Well, I certainly am now.”
It was pretty self-explanatory what you were. A lady of the night, a whore, a harlot. An inexperienced one, that much was clear - a new acquisition, no doubt. You were clumsy, trying too hard. Likely a virgin too.
“Would… would a man like you be interested in a night of pleasure?” you got out and swallowed, clearly flustered from saying it.
Gideon smirked. “I might be. What’s your price?”
And soon, he found himself from the brothel, having pressed you against the wall. His lips on yours, his hands hurriedly untying your corset. Your dress falling off you, him spinning you around and throwing you on your bed as he started to undress himself too. And by the morning, he was gone, believing he’d never have another night with you.
But that wasn’t what fate had in mind, and after you had seduced him for a second time just a few weeks later, he went back to the brothel again and again, always in search of you, wanting to spend a night with you. Other women were trying to seduce him, laying their hands on him and trying to pull him into their rooms, but he always pulled away, only wanting you. You grew to be like a drug to him, he wanted more of you and the need only grew as time went by - and eventually, it started to affect how he reacted to seeing you touching other men, trying to lure them to come with you. He couldn't stand the thought of someone else having you under them, someone else making you moan. It should be him, always him. Nobody else.
He sat at the table of that pub - the same pub, the same table where he first met you. He saw you sitting on another man’s lap, unbuttoning a few top buttons of his shirt and slipping your hand inside, before you leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Gideon squeezed his glass so hard that it was on the verge of cracking - he wanted to go there, rip you off the guy and take you right there, in front of everyone. He wanted everyone to know you should be his and no one else’s.
But he knew you weren’t his. You belonged to every man in town, and you weren’t allowed to even choose your preference. Whoever offered the most money was your choice, or your nights wouldn't profit enough.
But when he went to the bar counter to have another drink, the man who you had been seducing came to order another drink as well. That chunk of meat looked back at you, licking his lips as he looked over your body, and it infuriated Gideon. He was nowhere as big as this guy, and this guy could probably squeeze him so hard that he’d fit in a sardine can, but then the guy did something he just couldn’t let slide. He leaned towards Gideon. “I know that one is your favourite. I might test her out myself tonight. Tell me; is she better at blowjobs or riding?”
“Don’t touch her,” Gideon growled, and the man raised her eyebrows. “She’s off bounds.”
The man laughed, glancing at his friends who also chuckled. “She’s a whore, in case you haven’t noticed. Her job is to entertain us.” 
One of his friends stepped forward, cocking his head at Gideon. “What’s gotten into you? You’ve been awfully possessive of her in particular lately.”
Third laughed, “I’m pretty sure she’s just good in bed. Mr. Fletcher here wants to have her all for himself because of that.”
Gideon was fully ready to throw a punch, but he then locked eyes with you, and he knew you noticed what he was doing, so with one last glare at the other man, he retreated back to his table, only to be followed by you.
“Mr. Fletcher,” you sighed, glancing behind you before carefully sitting across from him at the table. “You have spent a lot of money on me, and I do appreciate having a regular customer, they’re rare and I know I’m lucky to have one. But unless you either start accepting I also have other customers or start to give me big tips for our nights, I won’t be able to bring enough money for Mr. Talbot, and you surely can guess what will happen if he’s displeased with my income.”
Gideon’s eyelids flickered as he clenched his jaw, and his hand closed into a fist. He had completely forgotten that Mr. Talbot was your pimp. The man was known for beating his whores for not being profitable enough, and often his less popular whores disappeared without a trace. Everyone knew what happened to them, but no one really cared. They had it coming by not being able to be seductive enough.
He didn’t even fully know what was happening to him, why did he care so much? Falling for a whore, him? Falling for someone so lowly, so pathetic. Whores were good for nothing else than being pretty and fucking, certainly not for… be even accompanied in other means than sex, much less courted by people within his status.
At least he thought so.
You started to get up, which made Gideon quickly dig his waistcoat and hand you yet another payment with a generous tip. “You’re with me tonight.”
You frowned, but took the money, a practised smile immediately appearing on your face. “Well, I wasn’t able to agree on anything with that other gentleman, and I’d much rather spend another night with you anyways.”
He knew you only said that because he paid you to say it, but he still felt happy to have you sitting on his lap again, your arm around his shoulders. Only for a moment, imagining you doing all that because you wanted to, and would do it without him paying you for it.
You bit your lip and dragged your finger along his cheekbone and down his jaw, before you leaned in and whispered, “I had to change my bedding after last night we were together, right after you left. We were quite messy.”
Gideon chuckled, placing his hands on your hips and squeezing. “Oh, we were?”
You hummed, pulling back. “It was worth it, though. It always is with you.”
He smirked, and gestured to you to get up. “What about you coming to my home for a change? My bed could be more comfortable for what I’m going to do to you tonight.”
You blinked, clearly taken aback by his proposition. It was uncommon and might have been even risky in terms of not seeming suspicious, but Gideon masked it by standing up as you did and caressing your cheek as he muttered, “That measly brothel bed may not be able to take my lust for you tonight.”
You swallowed but then smiled and nodded, taking his offered arm and you left the pub together.
After, when you were laying in bed side by side, panting and sweaty, you slowly rolled to your side to look at Gideon. The man was staring at the roof, and you carefully ran your fingers up his arm. “Mr. Fletcher, may I ask you something?”
He slowly turned to look at you, meeting your eyes. “Go on.”
You hesitated, but then shifted slightly closer to his body. “I can’t help but have noticed you being tense lately. Are you possibly having difficulties in business, or your studies, or anything? You may talk to me if you want, it’s part of my job. To satisfy my clients physically, but also mentally.”
Gideon narrowed his eyes on you. “You should know by now that I know that your ‘job’ is to run to your pimp and tell everything personal you know about your clients to him.”
You swallowed, and then averted your eyes from his. “I’m sorry, sir. I… I’ve just noticed that you've been different with me lately. I couldn’t resist. Mr. Talbot gives bigger food ratios to those who… um. I shouldn’t talk about it, I apologise.”
Gideon scoffed, turning to look at the roof again. You were quiet for a moment, before you shifted and sat up. “I should go, the sun is rising and I have another client scheduled for this morning. It was a pleasant night once again, Mr. Fletcher. I hope to meet you again soon.”
Gideon didn’t reply, just continued staring at the roof as you put on your clothes, but just as you were about to walk through the bedroom door, he spoke again. “Go straight to Mr. Talbot and tell him that I want to have you exclusively.”
You paused, your hand on the door handle. “I’m sorry?”
He sat up himself, picking up his shirt. He didn’t look at you as he began to dress himself, and it took a moment from him to speak again. “I want you to be in my personal, exclusive use. You aren’t allowed to sell yourself to anyone else anymore.”
Gideon heard fabric shifting, before slow steps approached the bed again. “Mr. Fletcher, are you aware how much I’d cost if you covered all of my monthly income? And Mr. Talbot would make me more and more expensive every month, if I started to profit so much. I’m sorry to tell you, but you wouldn’t be able to afford it for very long.”
Gideon realised you were right. Mr. Talbot was a greedy, old pig. He saw money in everything, and a monthly payment for you would end up bankrupting him. 
He was quiet for a moment, squeezing his waistcoat in his hands, before slipping it on. “Fine. I’ll buy you from him.”
Your breath hitched and you stuttered out, “B-buy me?”
Gideon hummed, buttoning up his waistcoat. “You’re surely familiar with the term. Some of my acquaintances have done similar deals. In exchange for your services for whenever I desire to have you, you will get everything you need to live, like food and a roof over your head.”
You were clearly stunned by how quiet you were - he didn’t hear you even breathing. He glanced at you standing there - the rising sun illuminating your figure, making you look like an angel, or some other celestial being. He had a hard time not to stop and stare, and instead turned his face back to his waistcoat, checking the buttons over and smoothing out the fabric.
“I trust you can take my message to Mr. Talbot?” he said after a moment of dressing himself in silence, standing up himself. You blinked at him and then nodded, before making your way out of his house.
He watched you go along the streets, towards the brothel, and he knew to expect a swift reply from Mr. Talbot - whores bought from him for personal use were a fair share of money and they often faced beatings and an ultimate death, men used them to release their rage. They owned them, so they no longer needed to play nice, they were no longer only borrowing the women for one night’s pleasure. And once the whore was bought, they often lost the little freedom they had before. Sometimes, their new owner just locked them up in a chamber and dragged them out just for sex, and then threw them back when they were done. So you, too, were probably scared that you being his property would end up in that, and he didn’t know if it was a wise decision to buy you. How long would it take before it would start to shine through that he was falling for you?
He clenched his jaw again, before glancing at the messy sheets and making his way out of the bedroom. He wanted to go for a walk to have fresh air to clear his head, but he would need to stay at home for the messenger to come with a message of Mr. Talbot wanted to meet him, and then… you’d be his.
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aparticularbandit · 9 months
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epiphanyfics · 1 year
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What I write: Romance, some NSFW, a whole lot of fluff. Will write most kinks besides what is listed on my "do not write" list. I prefer writing f!reader or nb!reader/gn!reader, but can do any depending on the vibe.
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Wednesday/The Addams Family
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Larissa Weems
Killing Me Softly (Larissa Weems/f!reader) (NSFW)
Our Own Private World (Larissa Weems/gn!reader)
Morticia Addams
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Doctor Who
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Thirteenth Doctor
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Yasmin Kahn
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Chilling Adventures of Sabrina
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Ambrose Spellman
The Morning After. (Drabble) (Ambrose/gn!reader)
Zelda Spellman
Rematch (Zelda Spellman/f!reader)
Hilda Spellman
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Into the Spider-Verse
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getlostsquidward · 2 years
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what sexual preferences do you hc for kathryn's characters? (agatha, eve, jen etc... the ones ur familiar with ofc!)
this is my hcs pls don't come at me
agatha's never really put a label on it. in the centuries she's lived, she for sure had sexual encounters with anyone she finds attractive.
the other one is agatha harkness is a raging lesbian. a sapphic. a homosexual.
eve fletcher is bi!! god i love to headcanon characters as bisexual 😵‍💫
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as for jen barkley, she's very much like the first bullet. anyone she deems hot, she'd get 'em to bed with. or anyone just for kicks, or if the person is necessary to her plans or something
doctor olivia octavius. bi. could be pan, with preference for women. there's a peter b. parker/reader/liv fic in ao3 which is very chef's kiss. i hope the author picks it back up bc i need her to dominate me and spider-man 😭
helen ryan is straight af lol but i think she's made out with some women.
carla dunkler would fuck anyone tbh
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roseclear · 3 years
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My dear friend @zafirosreverie was kind enough to write a preference for me with Agatha Harkness and Eve Fletcher(Mackie) where they were comforting Reader through their fear of storms (a fear I also share). I read it often, and it gives me such comfort.
I wanted to have part of it illustrated, so I commissioned another friend of mine, the lovely @eclecticmuses , to illustrate the Agatha part!
Agatha and Eve comforting you during a storm by ZafirosReverie
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Art by @eclecticmuses
Thank you both SO much for these! They mean so much. 💖
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chaoswillfallrpg · 3 years
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TILDEN TOOTS is TWENTY-FOUR YEARS OLD and a RADIO HOST for THE TOOT’S SHOOTS & ROOTS SHOW at THE WIZARDING WIRELESS NETWORK. He looks remarkably like ELLIOT FLETCHER and considers himself NEUTRAL. He is currently OPEN.
→ OVERVIEW:
tw: transphobia 
A fresh face at the Wizarding Wireless Network, Tilden Toots makes an impression wherever he goes due to his cheery disposition and very blunt sense of humour. Born in Cornwall, Tilden grew up extremely loved and was the shining little light of his family unit. Somewhat younger than his older brother and sister, Tilden was the baby of the family and was fussed and played with by everyone around him from the moment he was born. It was clear from an early age that Tilden was a soft soul. Left at home with his mother while his father attended work and his siblings were at school, Tilden spent most of his time in the garden with his mother which was where he believes his love of flowers began. Before having Tilden, his mother HANNAH had been a landscape gardener, designing cottage gardens and planting and tending to the most beautiful blooms their village had become synonymous with. When the sun was shining, Tilden would be in the garden laying amongst the flowers as they danced in the wind. The Toots family were an academic one. His father PETER was an engineer, while his siblings STEPHAN and JANE seemed likely to follow in their father’s footsteps and join him in similar technical careers. Tilden too was academic but had no mind for business and figures. Tilden was happiest with his hands in soil, tending to his perennials as they shot up in his little corner of their garden and didn’t feel the need to compromise due to expectations or pressure from those around him.
Tilden did what made him happy and even as a child was very firm that he would live his life in accordance with what made him happy rather than out of expectation. His family had always known Tilden was special, but even they would be surprised at how special he actually was. Hannah had always liked to believe that Tilden had inherited his green fingers from her, teaching him all of the knowledge she had to offer, but much to her surprise Tilden’s abilities seem to surpass hers. Despite some of the cold winters Cornwall had to offer, his flowers never died and when his class began to grow sunflowers at school Tilden’s grew the tallest by a considerable amount. Despite his age, Tilden was well read in the field of gardening which was why everyone assumed he was simply a good gardener but Tilden had an edge that other people did not. When he was seven his magical abilities began to become apparent, tied to his emotions his happy mood had allowed all of his flowers to grow but it was one day as his parents came into his room after a fight with his friends they noticed something was different. Crying with frustration, all of the flowers he spent hours tending to had died which was very odd considering they were alive and well that morning, but in the evening has he was served his favourite dish of mac and cheese and his David Bowie records spun all the flowers suddenly came back to life and bloomed much to the amazement and confusion of his parents.
The incident with the flowers began a chain of strange moments his parents couldn’t explain. Singing to his flowers one day in his room his mother swore she heard a string of tiny voices sing back and when his older brother once attempted to roll him up inside a carpet for a joke, Hannah found her eldest born wrapped up inside that very carpet himself suspended in mid air with no explanation as to how he had gotten there other than a simple shrug from Tilden and a perplexed look from Stephen. Aside from those strange oddities both Tilden and his family tried to ignore, he had a very happy childhood. With dreams of becoming the next Percy Thrower, Tilden had a clear image in his head of his life until a letter arrived as he neared his eleventh birthday. Addressed to a Mr Tilden Toots, he had been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The letter screamed like a joke from his brother and sister as the majority of letters he received from school still were addressed to his dead name, despite how hard his mother and father fought with his school. But the letter was not a prank. It was real. Quickly, Stephen and Jane plucked it from him and began to do their research on Hogwarts before Tilden was packed away on The Hogwarts Express, he had a pretty decent understanding of the process of sorting worked and the history of the school  due to all the books his siblings had read after they had collected them from Diagon Alley. 
Despite being more clued in than the average Muggle-Born student, he was still amazed each time something magical occurred, laughing nervously as the sorting hat announced him a Hufflepuff. From the outset, Tilden did things his way. His black leather record player was a permanent fixture in his room until his roommate AUGUSTUS ABBOTT suggested putting it in the common room. Tilden’s love for Muggle rock quickly caught the attention of certain members of his house as he sang to Queen, David Bowie, The Kinks, Joy Division and The Buzzcocks including fellow music lovers Augustus and SAORISE MACMILLAN. Their tastes were sometimes a bit whimsical for him, but he was more than happy to further educate them. Whenever he wasn’t wearing his school uniform Tilden was decked out in his favourite Dr Marten boots, oversized Levi denim jacket and electric blue or black eyeliner under his eyes PROFESSOR SPROUT religiously told him wasn’t appropriate for class, though he still did it anyway. He also preferred a skateboard to a broomstick, until it was understandably confiscated. To the majority of his year group Tilden Toots was cool, so much so that he managed to make flowers and plants seem interesting to even the coolest of his friends EDGAR BONES. Herbology spoke to Tilden’s soul unlike no other subject. Plants were his life, but the range of things he was able to discover and learn about at Hogwarts made his head spin. The process which sorcerers used to transition with the help of herbology and permanent transfiguration potions were so much more advanced than the Muggle world, where the process of transitioning was incredibly under researched.   
Tilden could always be found bopping around the greenhouses humming a tune and tending to the various things he had housed inside with his best friend EVE DIGGORY where they grew and experimented with plants together. Whilst Tilden was a beloved member of his year group despite his occasional disruption not everyone loved the way he let his Muggle-Born flag fly. Tilden couldn’t tell if ALECTO CARROW simply didn’t get him or didn’t appreciate Life on Mars no matter how many different ways he tried to sing it to her, but the pair didn’t get on. A skilled duellist and quick with his quips, Tilden never let the Carrow twins pathetic attempt at bullying get him down and were good for a bit of fun to practise a couple of hexes Edgar had taught him. Though he was excited to get out into the real world, Tilden was sad to leave Hogwarts behind. It was the place he had made his best friends and spread his record collection far and wide as well as being a personal favourite of Professor Sprout’s. Moving back home for a bit to save some money, he spent a lot of his time in his mother’s garden attempting to study and grow magical plants and develop ways to enhance the growth of both magical and Muggle plants through the use of potions. Between messing up his parent’s kitchen and causing a string of incidents which included a giant venus flytrap eating the next door neighbour’s cat, Tilden sofa surfed at Gus and Edgar’s drinking in the pub till he was too blackout to apparate home and slow dancing to Fletwood Mac with Saorise and Eve.
It was only when he got a job at The Daily Prophet, Tilden decided to move out. Renting an apartment with one of his best friend’s from school SYBILL TREWLANEY, Tilden used the money from the paper to help pay his rent and for plants and ingredients he needed for his experiments. The column he wrote was a small advice one about plants. It had only been a little column to pay his way but with his very select expertise, it quickly picked up steam and became so popular he was offered a better paying job at The Wizarding Wireless Network or present his own hour. His hour mostly focused on helping listeners grow things at home, but also gave him a platform to speak about issue he felt were important and raise awareness for the Sorcerer’s for Equality movement. It was Tilden’s willingness and candidness about his experiences growing up in two different communities which both had their fair share of prejudice. Accepted as a trans male in wizarding society, it was different in the Muggle world and his candidness on the topic shot Tilden to further fame after he was interviewed by roving reporter DAISY HOOKUM for The Daily Prophet. Though he did the interview to draw attention to the prejudice he had been fighting in both his worlds, sparks quickly began to fly between himself and Daisy and Tilden found himself at a loss at times in front of Daisy despite making a career in speaking. Though Tilden is razor focused on his task at hand, he finds himself slightly distracted by his new and very pretty acquaintance he is hoping to get to know more of.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:
Blood Status → Muggle-Born
Pronouns → He/Him
Identification → Trans Male
Sexuality  → Up to Roleplayer
Relationship Status → Single
Previous Education →  Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Hufflepuff)
Societies → Sorcerers for Equality 
Family → N/A
Connections  → Eve Diggory (best friend), Sybill Trelawney (best friend/housemate), Augutus Abbott (best friend), Saorise MacMillan (best friend), Edgar Bones (best friend), Glenda Chittock (close friend/colleague), Star Davenport (close friend/colleague), Poppy Hookum (friend), Cardorac Dearborn (friend), Edward Tonks (friend), Benjy Fenwick (friend), Charity Burbage (friend), Daisy Hookum (acquaintance/potential love interest), Alecto Carrow (adversary), Amycus Carrow (adversary)
Future Information → Husband of Daisy Hookum
TILDEN TOOTS IS A LEVEL 7 WIZARD.
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mobscene-london · 4 years
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BASIC INFORMATION:
NAME: Richard Baroin. AGE: 35. PLACE OF BIRTH: Nice, France. AFFILIATION: The French Organization. OCCUPATION: Loyalist. Art forger. Businessman. FACE CLAIM: Garrett Hedlund. AVAILABILITY: TAKEN.
BIOGRAPHY:
(Thank you, Denise, for updating this absolute angel’s biography.)
A true artist is not one who is inspired, but one who inspires others.
Many young French soldiers knew the tale of the French bros in the United States. They told the stories of those who weren't privileged enough to be born into a wealthy French family but worked hard to be a part of the higher circle in the French Organization. They would use those stories to recruit more soldiers. Join us. This is the French dream. They could be the ones to follow in their footsteps. One of the lead roles in those tales was the French artist Richard Baroin.
When once, he called Nice in the idyllic French Riviera his home, he now lives in one of the most expensive mansions in Paris. He was the son of a single mother who had an affair with one of those rich men that would spend their holidays on the Côte d’Azur. After another of her boyfriends, Richard’s grandfather had had enough. He took young Richard in to live the rest of his childhood with him.
As a French painter and sculptor, his grandfather had the most impact on Richard's way of thinking and approaching life. When Richard was barely eighteen-years-old, he left Nice and made his way to the country’s capital, Paris, to chase his dreams like so many others before him. He didn't think that he'd be meeting François St. Clair and leaving for Launceston instead, but things happened for a reason, right?
The young, naive artist looked for opportunities to make a living with his passion. Through François, Richard met the head of the French Organization, Nicolas St. Clair, and quickly became involved with the gang. Before Richard even knew it, he’d become involved in the illegitimate side of the business and embraced the French lifestyle to the fullest. The alcohol and drugs were like the basics they needed every day. In those blurry moments of getting high together, bonds were made. Oliver, his best friend, was his guy the moment they arrived on American shore. Together, the French bros rose to higher positions in the French Organization's hierarchy. Richard was one of the few that would never use violence to get his way and his friends made sure that Richard would never find himself in those situations. They knew each other’s values and together they were an undeniable force.
In those highs with the bros, Richard had many lows on his own. He preferred to get high so he could rest his mind. In a sober state, his demons would sneak into his thoughts. It was an endless circle. The many tragedies in Launceston further pushed him toward the dark side. He doubted his capabilities as an artist. He hadn’t had his big break yet. The people that were always at his side? The French bros.
Maybe they were the only people that mattered to him.
He remembered it like it was yesterday when he realized that he wanted to dedicate his life to the French Organization. They were all together in Vixen, getting drunk and high like there was no tomorrow. When Richard looked around and saw those closest to him by his side, he knew that he was happiest when he was with them. Oliver, Fletcher, Laurent, Maya, Noa, Daniel, and Fran.
His talent was making art and he had the delicate eye to see the worth of a painting or sculpture. He had the knowledge and connections to get into the forgery business. It was a market that had so much potential.
When Aurélie rose to power in the family, Richard knew that he needed to go back to the place where it all started. Paris. He wanted to create his own legacy and he knew that if he stayed with his bros, he couldn’t do it. In Paris, he could build the business even bigger. He could easily spend many hours in different art galleries and had many contacts in the Parisian art world. It was only him who could create a form of art that they all had never even dreamed of.
It gave him a second chance at life. In this new world he met his wife, stage actress, Jeanne Marseille, Adrienne St. Clair’s niece. They were acquaintances, but they formed a common interest in their love for art and…forging. The birth of his two sons Jacques and Clément introduced a new dimension to his extravagant world. He realised the time that he could spend with his sons was worth living for. Richard knew from his own experience how important it was for their father to be present in their lives. He slowed down with the alcohol and drugs, but somehow in this world he missed his best friends.
When Laurent called him after New Year's Eve and Richard heard the tone of his voice, he knew that something terrible had happened. “Rich, there was a massacre. Fran…and now Maya.” He didn’t know how to react. He was utterly speechless. They were no longer celebrating countless victories in Vixen, but instead stood in a graveyard, the names of his loved ones etched into the tombstones. The loss of his close friends drove him almost insane, but then there was a voice inside his head that said that it was now to step up and show his worth.
Jeanne auditioned for a role in the West End. It is the perfect opportunity. The French were now trying to claim their territory in London and this was an opportunity to stretch the art business there, too. It was time to show everyone that French are very much still a force to be reckoned with, even in a city that was never theirs.
SOCIAL CONNECTIONS:
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Jeanne Marseille (wife) FAMILY: Clément, Jacques Baroin (sons, unplayable) CONNECTIONS:
Laurent St. Pierre: Best friend. Oliver Parra and Laurent St. Pierre are easily the two people he is closest to, and he doubts that’ll ever change. Richard loves them like the brothers he never had, and is immensely proud of how much they have achieved within the Organization. Now, he’s determined to make them just as proud of him. No matter how much distance comes between them, he knows that if he ever needs them, they’re always just a call away.
Noa Halévy: Good friend. Another French bro he truly missed when he finally left Launceston. They remained in touch, even when he moved to Paris, and often did she and her husband come to visit over their years apart. Richard is glad their friendship hasn’t died, and a part of him is grateful that he has someone he’s so close to, to lean on as he makes the transition to London.
Delphine St. Clair: Friend. It wasn’t until he made his move to Paris that Richard met the woman who would prove to be the city’s most infamous Commandant. There were few people who knew him who didn’t like him, and she eventually proved to be no exception. As his standing within the family grew, so did their friendship. He’s pleased to see that she’s joined the family in London, because he knows they need her.
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3, 10, 28 and 35 from the book ask 😄✌🏽
3: Beauty Is A Wound by Eka Kurniawan. Although I didn’t actually finish it, I only was able to go through like two or three chapters but already those were filled with so much rape, incest, pedophilia and bestiality that I felt physically ill. It was supposed to be a satire but to me it was more like a torture porn.
10: I don’t, because you can have the best cover art ever on the book and insides are just nonsense. But I do prefer the book to have some sort of synopsis in the back cover instead of review from someone who’s read it for NY Times.
28: I’m the physical copy kind of person and I wish I had more room to collect all the books I want. Praise the gods for libraries.
35: Giving book recommendations is always tricky because everyone have their own taste on things. But Eve Green from Susan Fletcher is a book I dearly love and her writing style is what I would like to have. And if someone is after some queer content I’d be recommending The Song Of Achilles, Captive Prince series or books by Sarah Waters.
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canongf-archive · 5 years
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the official introduction post!
Christopher Brahm Ripley August 20, 1995. 24 years old. London, UK
(his playlist) (his aesthetic)
Brahm is a vocalist for English pop rock band Long Shot for Speedy, which consists of guitarists Maverick Spait & Marshall Demko (both 25), bassist Porter Hudson (26), and drummer Fletcher Day (25). The band is currently signed to  Rapid Records, a London-based label. 
He was born in Brighton, England to his parents Monty and Eve Ripley, and he’s of English and distant Greek descent. He’s the oldest of three children with twin younger brothers, Eli and Jax, who are 10. His parents split when he was 17 and his mother married Brahm’s stepfather, Thomas Turcotte, 3 years later.
Though raised in Brighton, Brahm and his bandmates relocated to London when Brahm was 19 and purchased a house there together, which is where they currently reside.
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Personality: Brahm’s almost always the center of attention.  He’s cool, confident, charming, cheeky, and he’s not easily embarrassed or intimidated but he can be a little intimidating to people who don’t know him well. He doesn’t mean to be though. He just does what he wants when he wants to do it. And when he wants something, he goes for it. No real hesitation, no overthinking, no anxiety about it. Brahm’s fears are few and far between.
He’s not dumb but he is a dumbass.
Brahm’s a complete extrovert. He’s on when he’s around a group of people, and he’s around a group of people constantly. When he’s in a party setting he’s basically friends with everyone in the room. 
He’s romantic at heart, though his dating history might suggest otherwise. His flirtatious nature comes with his charm and though he wouldn't necessarily consider himself a player, he's sure that he probably comes close. Girls really like him and he knows it. And it's clearer now than ever with the level of success that he's had with the band. He's always respectful though, able to read hints and has no problem accepting a 'no'. Tries to upfront about what he's looking for (which is usually nothing serious). He's had numerous relationships in the past but none of them have lasted for over a year. Tells himself he just hasn't met the right girl yet.
He’s got a habit of internalizing his emotions. He’s thankful that he’s been able to find an outlet in music and songwriting, but he relies a lot on nonverbal communication to express how he’s feeling and sometimes when he’s upset or hurt he’ll react with indifference or anger because those allow for less vulnerability. He cries very rarely and almost never in front of anyone else. 
Physical touch and gift giving are his love languages. He's constantly hugging his bandmates, draping an arm over their shoulders, touching their backs when they're walking in a group, doesn't think twice about kissing them on the cheeks (and he has kissed them on the lips before too, but that’s a story for another time). When he is in a relationship he loves to spoil his girlfriend with lavish gifts and extravagant treatment. His gestures are often over the top. He makes a respectable amount of money with the band and he has no problem spending it on people he cares about, especially his romantic partners. 
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Physical appearance: Brahm isn’t the biggest guy around but he’s not at all bothered by his size. He stands at 5′9 and weighs a little less than 150 pounds. He’s got some muscle definition, he’s solid and he does enjoy physical activity, but he’s not ripped. 
His hair is naturally a dark brown. It’s got a soft curl to it and lots of volume, leading to it being a little unruly at times but he’s gotten good at styling it how he likes. He’s bleached the ends a few times to experiment and during that time he let his bandmates try to color the lightened strands which was fun though it didn’t turn out perfectly or last longer than a few washes, but he hasn’t done anything to it in a while so it’s almost completely back to its natural shade save for a few subtle highlights and it’s long enough to hit mid-ear. His eyes are round and deep set and about as dark brown as his hair. His skin has yellow undertones, lighter when he’s home for the winter, but it darkens very easily with the smallest amount of sun. 
Brahm’s wardrobe consists of a lot of button-up shirts. He wears them often and doesn’t ever button them all the way up, preferring to leave at least the top two or three undone. When he needs to dress them up he’ll throw a blazer on. Sometimes he’ll forego the buttons altogether and wear them over a plain tank or tee. He loves jumpers (usually a size too big) and plain t-shirts too. Doesn’t matter what top he’s wearing though, he pretty much always rolls the sleeves. 
He rolls his pant legs too! Unless they’re cropped (like most of his suit pants). He wears a lot of solid color pants but he’s got some patterned pairs (striped, grid, plaid) and he somehow always pulls the look off. Usually pairs his rolled pants with high socks and wears a lot of boots and flat soled sneakers with the occasional dress shoe.
Brahm loves jewelry. He wears rings consistently, at least one on each hand, necklaces, bracelets, and watches. His ears are pierced and he'll wear diamond studs or small hoops from time to time.
He's got three tattoos so far! His first one is a triangle on his outer left ankle that he got when he and the boys traveled to the US for the first time (the triangle itself means absolutely nothing), the second is a Laurel wreath on the back of his right arm, just above his elbow, as a small homage to his Greek heritage, and his third was a drunken decision given to him by a friend on the tour bus one night (which, to be fair, turned out not as bad as it could have), a very small LS on his left hip that's supposed to stand for 'long shot' (apparently in his drunken stupor he decided that LSFS would have been too many letters).
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I’ve had so much fun developing him and I’m so excited to be sharing him with you now! 
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zafirosreverie · 2 years
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Their reaction to finding you after being kidnaped (KH’s characters)
Agatha Harkness:
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She destroyed all of Westview in her search for you. Wanda definitely put up a good fight, but not even chaos magic was a match for an experienced witch filled with rage and fear.
When she finally finds you, she will use her magic to make sure you were okay. If she finds a single scratch on you, they're all dead. She won't leave you alone again, ever.
Olivia Octavius:
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The news covered the disappearance of Doctor Octavius' fiance, but she knew that it had to be something about Doc Ock. Being a well-known scientist, she had the luck of this being treated like a priority by the police, but it wasn't enough for her. She needed to know you were fine, she needed you to appear as soon as possible. So, she did her own search. After a week without news about you, she did something she never thought she'd do. She called May for help.
Fortunately, the Old Woman was very helpful and a truce was called between Doc Ock and Spiderman while they found you. It was a surprise to everyone but May when they finally found you and Liv threw herself at you, looking so frail and scared. May always knew that the woman who was once her best friend was still in there. You are never allowed to scare her like that again.
Carla Dunkler:
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From the moment you disappeared, she was glued to the phone, in case you called or the police had any news about you. It was torture for her to answer and not hear your voice, so Amy and Kiki got used to going to her house instead of calling her.
When a call finally came from the police saying they had found you, she didn't even hang up, she just ran out the door (Amy had to stop her, she couldn't drive like that). From the moment she saw you, she cried on your shoulder and held you tighter than ever.
Eve Fletcher:
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The shocking thing for you was that it was Brendan and Julian who found you. Those two hated each other to death and you weren't especially close to your stepson, but the relief of being rescued was more and the hug he gave you was the first step to a better relationship between you.
When Eve opened the door and saw her son teary-eyed but smiling, she was confused. Then Brendan stepped aside and she saw you and the world stopped. She didn't believe you were real until you threw yourself into her arms. You could feel her thinner, she didn't eat well in all the time you were missing.
Never scare her like that again, for God's sake.
Jennifer Barkley:
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HOW. DARE. YOU?
How dare you scare her like that? Do you have any idea of terror that this woman lived when you disappeared? The helplessness she felt with each call from the kidnappers? It was a blessing that the police and special detectives she hired found you so quickly and she will make sure that the idiots who hurt you go to jail and stay there for the rest of their lives.
As soon as she saw you, she didn't let you out of her sight again. Forget about your job, she would have you by her side all the time. 24/7. At night, she will hug you tightly, afraid of losing you again.
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thesacredrp-archive · 5 years
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DECEMBER 24, 1978 | CHRISTMAS EVE
There is much to celebrate this Yule and the purebloods are renewed by recent events. Yule celebrations continue as they always have and the black cloud of loss no longer surrounds them.
Every year, different pureblood families in the upper tier vie for the best Christmas party and for the best date - Christmas Eve. Traditionally, though one family hosts, donations are given for various charities. In the past, the muggleborn orphanage, the Magical Creatures Defense Fund, and the Early Learners Wizarding Academy have all benefited from the holiday generosity. It is the Black’s year to host and given the to-do about Sirius’ return, it is agreed that hosting will fall to Cygnus & Druella and their children.
This year, Druella Black announces that the donations for the annual Black Family Yule Ball will not be sent to a charitable cause. Instead, all donations will bolster the Abraxas Malfoy campaign fund. Abraxas, after all, has done more to bolster the pureblood way of life in two weeks than the previous minister did in two decades. As the guest of honor, he gives a speech that turns into campaign rhetoric, promising to restore the pureblood way of life to what it was before and to ensure that all muggleborns assimilate.
If invitees find this gauche, they are mostly polite enough to refrain from saying so in polite company.
Held at the Welsh Green Dragon Preserve, the crème de la crème of magical Britain eat canapés and sip from bottles of champagne that cost more than their shoes. Glimpses of dragonfire through enchanted glass are coupled with panoramic views of Mount Snowdon and the setting is rather picturesque. To the outside looking in, it appears to be a victory party. And for most of the purebloods, it is one.
However, during the ball, several occurrences make it clear that though the purebloods are doing better overall, infighting is not completely avoidable.
PAIRINGS
[Players are not required to do a thread for each of these, but I sincerely hope that you all wish to! At the very least, please work out specifics/headcanons together.]
ADELAIDE GREENGRASS is enjoying her evening when she notices her sister across the ballroom and assumes that she has had too much to drink. After downing several glasses of champagne, OPHELIA GREENGRASS is seen pawing at her betrothed in an inappropriate manner. When her elder sister tries to intervene, Ophelia becomes belligerent and causes a scene, much to Adelaide’s embarrassment.  
SIRIUS BLACK argues with HAZEL FAWLEY in an alcove, not understanding why she’s suddenly against spending time with him and understanding even less why he cares so much. While Hazel is reciting a litany of his worst qualities, Sirius does the only thing he can think of to shut her up - he kisses her, not realizing that he has half of pureblood society as his audience.
ROMAN DELACOUR struggles in vain to find something to complain about and when he finally does - the champagne is not from Champagne - he mentions it to the head waiter, who does not take it so kindly. CHARLES AVERY is getting a refill when he notices the altercation and steps in, apologizing to the waiter and tugging Roman away. Charles apologizes, though the damage, it seems, is already done.
RICHARD SELWYN can’t help himself. No matter how thankful he is for Abraxas Malfoy’s influence, he finds the campaign solicitations ungenerous, pretentious, and graceless. He is overheard saying so to one of the Black sisters when OCTAVIUS BURKE passes by. Octavius, though he attends with his fiancée, is still unsure of their path moving forward. He does his best to shush his friend, but in the end cannot help but agree, rather loudly. The two are asked to quiet themselves by a passing waiter, to no avail.
MARLENE MCKINNON is used to being the life of the party and is perturbed when it appears there are no men she can charm back home with her. She has just gotten a drink when AMYCUS CARROW joins her. Fueled by the alcohol, Marlene begins to flirt and other attendees begin to take notice.
Much preferring to be at home, ISLA ROSIER is instead supporting her cousins at the ball. When she sees FLETCHER TRAVERS, who recently went on another bender with her brother, she begins to see red. After moving across the room to join him, Isla proceeds to tell him off and does not care who sees.
BRIAR AVERY is still wondering where she fits in now that she no longer has to lie. After two glasses of champagne, her temper rises and she goes outside. AVA NOTT is irritated at her fiancé’s behavior and heads out to the balcony. When Ava strikes up conversation, Briar snaps at her and the two have a quarrel.
HENRY SAYRE is still recovering from his temporary paralysis and uses a cane to get around at the large event. MAIDA FLINT begins to grow bored of the same tiresome pureblood game. As she turns to leave, she does not watch where she is going and bumps right into Henry’s cane, sending it flying across the ballroom floor.
LOGISTICS
The event will take place through SUNDAY, DECEMBER 23, after which a short time shift will occur. You may roleplay anything listed above, but please do not roleplay past midnight on December 24, 1978. Make sure to tag your starters with thesacred:starter as well as thesacred:event5.  
Players are welcome to continue any current threads they have and are also encouraged to participate in the event. Any new players will be paired as well upon acceptance!
Please let me know if you have any questions or concerns! 
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Hey! I'm looking for neutral to masculine 'cool' or 'enigmatic' names. Not exactly stereotypical cool-guy ones; something with personality and not just macho. Sorry for the sucky explanation. My last name has two syllables, and I'd prefer something with nickname potential. Thanks!
Cool name anon. Hopefully it isn’t too late, but I’d like uncommon to rare names. Thanks again!
Gotcha! Here are some names that I think could be cool or enigmatic seeming, that are also uncommon or rarer. As well, I think a two syllable last name is really versatile and a lot of different syllable patterns could work well! I listed a few nickname options for some of them after the name:
Alistair (Al, Ali)
Ambrose
Augustus (Gus)
Byron
Cassian / Cassius (Cash)
Clark
Clayton (Clay)
Corbin
Cosmo
Cyril / Cyrus (Cy)
Damon
Dawson
Dashiell (Dash)
Dexter (Dex)
Donovan (Van)
Emil
Evander (Ev, Van)
Felix (Fox)
Fletcher (Fletch)
Flynn
Gideon
Griffin (Griff)
Harrison (Harry)
Isidore (Izzy)
Jasper (Jas)
Jesse (Jay)
Julius (Jules)
Keaton
Kellan
Leander (Lee, Andy)
Lionel / Leonidas (Lee, Leo, Leon)
Lucian / Lucan (Lou, Luke)
Malcolm (Mal)
Matthias (Matt)
Maximilian (Max)
Noel
Paxton (Pax)
Percival (Percy, Perry)
Raphael (Rafe)
Reed
Soren
Tobias / Tobin (Toby)
Trenton (Trent)
Vaughn
Valentine (Val)
Wesley (Wes)
I hope I am on the right track here, please let me know if you would like more names or were thinking of something else!
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aparticularbandit · 1 year
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Hello, potential new friend!  Welcome!
I call myself Bandit, I’m above 30, and I write a bunch of stuff!
Glad you’re here, feel free to check things out below!
General Links:
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America Chavez RP sideaccount
Note for Minors
Regarding Asks
Requests OPEN.
Things I Don’t Write:
SMUT
Incest
Graphic Sexual Anything
Fandoms I Write For:
Mrs. Fletcher
Marvel Cinematic Universe:
     WandaVision
     Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness
     Agent Carter
Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery
Jane the Virgin
Who Framed Roger Rabbit
The Tick
Timeless
Puella Magi Madoka Magica
Deputy
Batwoman
Supergirl
Hannibal
X Files
Ships I Write For:
Rose Solano/Luisa Alver
     Tag: Roisa
Agatha Harkness/Wanda Maximoff
     Tag: Harximoff
Agatha Harkness/Eve Fletcher
     Tag: Agave
Agatha Harkness/Ancient One
     Tag: Agathian
Rose Solano/Miss Lint
     Tag: Rosalint
Dottie Underwood/Miss Lint
     Tag: Dottielint
Emma Whitmore/Whitney Frost
     Tag: Frostmore
Peggy Carter/Dottie Underwood
     Tag: Carterwood
Poison Ivy/Renee Montoya
Paula Reyes/Bill Hollister
     Tag: Holla
Agatha Harkness/Agnes Bohner
Kyoko Sakura/Mami Tomoe
     Tag: Kyomami
     I’m extremely picky about requests with this one.
Agnes Bohner/Wanda Maximoff
Agatha Harkness/Agnes Bohner/Wanda Maximoff
Agnes Bohner/Eve Fletcher
Agnes Bohner/Ralph Bohner
     I’m extremely picky about requests with this one.
If a ship is not listed here, that doesn’t necessarily mean I won’t write for it, only that I haven’t yet.
Reader:
     x Agatha Harkness
     x Wanda Maximoff
     x Claire Debella
I primarily write sapphic fic, but that doesn’t mean I won’t write het ships.  I just don’t as often.
I do NOT write mlm ships.
Characters I Write For Not Listed In Ships:
Rhea of Daxam (Supergirl)
Bedelia du Maurier (Hannibal)
Alana Bloom (Hannibal)
Homura Akemi (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)
Jessica Rabbit (Who Framed Roger Rabbit)
America Chavez (Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness)
If a character is not listed here, that doesn’t necessarily mean I won’t write for them, only that I haven’t yet.
Any of the main characters in Glass Onion except:
     Benoit Blanc
     Miles Bron
Glass Onion characters are preferred in fam situations and not as shipping, but I can write shipping maybe.
I primarily write female or nonbinary characters, but that doesn’t mean I won’t write men.  I just don’t as often.
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kclenhartnovels · 6 years
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7 Deadly Sins Tag
I was tagged by @knightedwriter to pick characters to fit into each sin. Try not to repeat characters! This was a fun one, and I decided to go with Abomination kids.
LUST: Merrick – Not necessarily just about sex, even if he does very much enjoy it and is pretty free about that fact. He does have a reputation for sleeping with the enemy. But he also wants everything so badly—to be loved, to be wanted, to be a part of something bigger. He lusts to belong. And, you know, sex is good too.
PRIDE: Michael – I feel as if this one goes without saying.
GREED: Razi – My used car salesman of a demon loves to have the best things in life. Money, power, fame, and above all he wants the crown of Hell. After all, he deserves it, right?
WRATH: Adem – It should surprise no one that the demon that collects angel's wings is wrath. Revenge is all that drives him, and his anger festers like a wound—just as painful as the scars on his back.
SLOTH:  Eve – Although she is a hard worker, having been around so long has led her to be somewhat of a shut-in. She's unwilling to change her routine, or go out and influence things directly, preferring to let people come to her for a cup of tea and some advice. That, and perpetual exhaustion.
ENVY: Fletcher – He definitely is envious of a lot of people, not only because of getting into Heaven where he failed, but for being at home in their bodies, for having loving families there to support them, for everything that he doesn't have.
GLUTTONY: This was actually a hard one, but off-hand I'd have to say Tyr – Whenever he is on Earth, the boy is always eating, drinking, soaking up as much of the human life as possible. He loves earthly pleasures, and indulges often. But we love him anyway.
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